Adventures in London: A Museum of Her Own

 I started thinking about Virginia Wolfe classic essay, “A Room of Her Own,” after spending much of Thursday wandering through just two of the several absolutely top-class museums here in London, free to the public. As I slowly meandered through the Rodin sculptures, I thought of a couple of friends who would so delight in…

On a Holy Lent

I come from a non-liturgical background so the idea of observing Ash Wednesday seemed utterly foreign to me until my middle adult years when I found myself deeper drawn to both the contemplative life and the rhythms of the liturgical church year. The first year I observed the Lenten fast transformed my understanding of sin,…

The Pastoral Life: They Die for Any Reason

I had just watched the dam deliver her fourth lamb, with help from the foreman of this lovely farm in the Cotswolds. This particular breed of sheep tend to give birth to twins regularly, but quads are highly unusual, and we just happened to be there at the right time to observe. Here’s the video. Be…

No More Bookstores

As I wander through the airport for taking off for London, trying to keep moving for the long enforced the overnight flight, I suddenly realized: no bookstores. I saw one small newsstand with maybe a couple of dozen books, a few newspapers, a paltry stack of magazines, but no expensive, serendipitous shelves of untouched books.…