Ode and Owed to Singer-Songwriters

I’ve developed a deep respect for, and appreciation of, people who devote their lives to creating music that helps heal this ailing world and its suffering citizens.

A Noiseless Patient Spider

We all yearn for connection, and no one has captured that feeling as well as Walt Whitman in this 1868 poem A noiseless patient spider, I mark’d where on a little promontory it stood isolated, Mark’d how to explore the vacant vast surrounding, It launch’d forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself, Ever unreeling them,…

My Loose-leaf Bible — August 30, 2015

I don’t know why I often begin my sermons with stories from my time at the Unitarian Universalist Church in Reston, so forgive me for doing it once more. In Reston, we had a process for prospective members similar to what we do here in Loudoun, with one exception. A couple of times a year…