The Field

The parable, in its original telling, goes like this:

“The kingdom of heaven is like a treasure hidden in a field. When a man found it, he hid it again, and then in joy went and sold all he had and bought that field.”  – Matthew 13:44

Here is my version of that parable:

I saw the field.
I thought, at first, it was only a dream…



There I ran through the long grass and wildflowers with abandon.
There I laid my head down in confident safety.
There I believed I could do anything.

One day I woke up and knew the field was real, and the price to buy it would be great, all that I had.

I took the risk.

I bought the field, with great joy.





The Thirty-Eighth Day. Graveyard Dance.

For Adrian

Today I danced in a graveyard
wearing a red coat
hearing the applause of
my heart as I
twirled and jumped
trying not to disturb
anyone but me.

The silence remained.
Outside, but not inside
where the music
grew loud and it opened
the windows so wide in my
soul I thought I would
burst visibly.

I did, actually.

And out it came
the last piece
the one I held onto
even though the stream was dry,
had been all those long
years I kept going back
trying to quench my thirst.

There was no water. There never was.

The stones remain, a memorial
to what was lost
and finally found
scrubbed clean and polished
planted deeply in the ground
forever etched with joy,
inscribed with peace.






The Thirty-Third Day. Claiming JOY.

The last seven days of this journey I will be receiving joy, claiming it as my own.

About two weeks ago I lost the only pair of glasses I had. When it happened it reminded me of a favorite poem by Edward Taylor, a puritan minister who died in 1729. His poems are beautiful. What speaks so deeply to me from his work is his obvious passion and love for God.

Not having glasses this verse became especially appropriate.

“Am I new minted by thy Stamp indeed?

Mine eyes are dim; I cannot clearly see.

Be thou my Spectacles that I may read

Thine image and Inscription stampt on me.

If thy bright Image do upon me stand,

I am a Golden Angel in thy hand.”

I had an eye exam and ordered new glasses today. I managed to get by with reading glasses, but it is definitely not the same as proper “spectacles.” I look forward to being able to see more clearly than I have in a long time.

In more ways than physically.

Doing some cleaning out of old papers and photos, I came across this.

“To go in the dark with a light is to know light. To know the dark, go dark. Go without sight, and find that the dark, too, blooms and sings, and is traveled by dark feet and dark wings.” -Wendell Berry

I hear the music. I smell the blossoms. I feel the joy.

Yes, it is all here in the dark.

My photo for today was not shot by me. In fact I don’t recall who took it way back in 1980. But the joy on my face is visible.

And, of course, there it is… a camera in my hands.


There is no need to fear the darkness. It is merely an opening to the brilliant light that exists within us, waiting to be shared with the world.


The Sixteenth Day. Candle Light.




“Owning our story can be hard but not nearly as difficult as spending our lives running from it. Embracing our vulnerabilities is risky but not nearly as dangerous as giving up on love and belonging and joy—the experiences that make us the most vulnerable. Only when we are brave enough to explore the darkness will we discover the infinite power of our light.”
Brené Brown