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PHOTO OF THE DAY 4-28-22 

On this day, six years ago, the snow had melted in the High Sierras and I was standing in a stream, in my mostly water body, in water that had made the same journey to the sea millions of times over billions of years.  

[Jerry Downs]

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“To make bread or love, to dig in the earth, to feed an animal or cook for a stranger—these activities require no extensive commentary, no lucid theology. All they require is someone willing to bend, reach, chop, stir. Most of these tasks are so full of pleasure that there is no need to complicate things by calling them holy. And yet these are the same activities that change lives, sometimes all at once and sometimes more slowly, the way dripping water changes stone. In a world where faith is often construed as a way of thinking, bodily practices remind the willing that faith is a way of life.”

One of the biggest reasons my husband and I chose to move to Seattle was to be closer to family—especially to our granddaughter. I wanted to watch her grow up, and we had difficulties traveling as frequently as I wanted to see her. Just after we moved, we learned that a second granddaughter was on the way. Our move would bring double the joy I had expected. When we lived in Kansas City, I had…