There’s sun and scattered low clouds now, and it looks as if someone’s turned up the contrast control on the landscape. Some of my indoor time has been spent compiling a map of our walking histories, to see what dots might get joined up. It’s brought up memories and forgettings. Some of the places we’ve lived and worked, separately and together, have been joined by chains of walking, some not.
God help us know the world as you know it,
with love and tenderness.
May we have in us the mind of Christ,
who didn’t count power as a thing to hold in his fist,
but lived an ordinary life
of extraordinary love
and holy passion for the what is right.