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I climbed up the tree bark.       

This is a swamp.  It’s same as Swamp Thing, Ghost Whisperer.

Mario and Jon

          

I enjoyed first hammock time at my new home recently.  The house I’ve lived in for just over a year is still becoming, is not yet, “home.” Regular hammock time might shift my emotional balance more toward that.  My old Paraguay hammock is still sturdy enough and is a delightful backyard “hang.”  It was in regular use at our former home, where the backyard featured two hang positions, both centered on the old, sturdy metal swing set frame between two suitable trees.

The hammock’s last use was in the Middler Sunday School room in January (when...

This morning I was asked to share with an interfaith group on “A Mennonite Perspective on Peacemaking.”  The broader context was thinking together about divesting from the current police/incarceration system and investing in other forms of community well-being.  So, open question, What does Mennonite peacemaking have to contribute to the conversation? 

The task reminded me of one of the official Open Questions our CMC Leadership Team named for our year back in March, which went like this: As an Anabaptist community, how do we live faithfully within a contentious political...

I have greatly enjoyed reading The Connector this summer and want you to know how much I appreciate hearing about your lives.  Sometimes I read them to family members who stop by to visit with my mom, who is medically fragile. In early spring I didn’t read all of them, and am trying to catch up.  I don’t mind if these repeat at some point.

Lately I’ve been thinking about pets, souls, and heaven. I lost my beloved 13-year-old kitty last Friday to kidney disease. Molly was a 15-pound female Tiger with white paws, a roaring purr and much self-...

Julie and I have been spending way more time walking in the park and sitting on the deck than we ever have.  And during those walks and sits I have been caught off guard by some things I have seen that I had assumed were not possible.  For example, after living for fifteen years in the woods down in Hocking County in the 70s and 80s, I had become pretty proficient (maybe arrogant) in my knowledge of tree species, to the point I can probably identify 7 or 8 by the smell of their saw dust.  White oak vs. red oak, cherry, sugar maple, etc.  We have been back here in...

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