Tuesday Prayer

The heat of August, Michigan, USA, to be precise, heavy, muggy air filled with the clamor of cicadas singing their mating song. Occasionally broken by the violence of a cicada wasp, stinging dying, implanting, in order for another life. Google it. Garden vegetables of lush, thick vines, or bolting lettuce, and toppling tomatoes demanding to… Read More

The Pastoral is Political: Footprints in the sand

Ten years ago I lived on the foothills of the Santa Ritas, a small mountain range in southern Arizona. Backyards were separated by deep rocky crevices called arroyos, ancient pathways for rain water that runs off the mountains during the summer monsoon season. The arroyos are vital to the environment, providing greenery for food and… Read More