12.13.19 Friday the Wet 13th

In the car at the intersection to turn– Me: I wish I could wave with the balloon today, but it’s too wet and sloshy. Daughter: Why? You could go out with an umbrella! Me: That’s true. But it is pretty soaked. It’s been raining all day. Daughter: Yeah, but you could do an umbrella and…

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12.12.19 A Familiar Wave

Two vignettes from the afternoon on the corner waving: 1.) A Fed Ex Truck Driver rolls down his window Driver:  What are you doing out here? Are you with Vantage House? (the senior housing building) Me: No, I am the pastor from the church up the road (pointing at the hill behind us). I am…

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12.11.19 A Touch of Sun Set

  Top gratitudes on the corner while waving today: 1) The joyous driver of the big Commuter charter bus that rolls up to the bus stop around 4:20 p.m. We mirror each other doing a hand dance wave while laughing. 2) The numerous kids today waving from the back seat excitedly, their heads bobbing and…

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12.10.19 Cherry Picker

My son loves trucks. At bedtime we often read through books outlining all the construction vehicles. A cherry picker is often among them. The utility worker waved today before he climbed up to work on the camera at Little Patuxent west bound. I thought of the skill necessary to operate the machinery and to fix…

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12.9.19 Washout

Rain. Rain almost the full day without letting up. Consistent. Soggy, soaking kind of rain. I thought more than once about jumping out there on the corner. I had my balloon ready to go an my golashes all set. Instead, I have been here at the church thinking on all the neighbors huddled in today…

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12.7.19 Sabbath

“Be open, calm, receptive.” These were the encouraging adjectives of my yoga instructor today. I entered such a space on the mat today–especially coming down off of a cold. I realized, too, that these words also describe my sense of inner flow while on the Little Patuxent Corner. Even as I am in constant motion…

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12.6.19 Sprinkles

Lady in the bright green sedan: “What are you doing out here?” Me: “Trying to spread a little joy.” In the midst of the light rain on an overcast afternoon, the lady pulled up to the light and rolled down her passenger side window. Her question was the same I had received via countless puzzled…

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The Painted Prayerbook

Artist and author Jan Richardson explores the intersections of word, image, and faith.

Kittamaqundi Community Church

at historic Oliver's Carriage House