Two weeks ago on Memorial Day weekend, my husband and I signed up for yet another hike with the Atlanta Outdoor Club.
My most consistent spiritual practice this Golden Gap year (or years) has been very early rising and around an hour of free writing — for the past several months consistently Haiku.
This past Sunday, Mother’s Day, I was without children: one being in Brooklyn, two of them spending time together at Oakland’s Fairyland with their own small children.
I have never been a runner or even a jogger. I have, however, been a walker, a walker with a spring in my step, a good trot.
I was going to write and post this week about what we did last Sunday morning, another one away from any sort of indoor faith community.
My colleague minister the Rev. Naomi King (daughter of a famous novelist) posted on Facebook this week that this coming Monday, March 3, is Read across America Day.