by SGIUMC | Apr 18, 2017 | Prayers from the Island
There is a controlled burn on the mainland. Acrid smoke hangs heavy in the air; its path covers everything and blurs my vision. We’re told the burn is necessary because it destroys underbrush that catches fire far too easily, quick fuel for blazes than can then be...
by SGIUMC | Apr 17, 2017 | Prayers from the Island
It’s pine pollen time on the island! Though I rarely see the yellow particles in the air, I can readily identify their presence on everything left outside—tables, beach shoes, chair, and our car. All surfaces are coated with a fine yellow film that makes some...
by SGIUMC | Apr 14, 2017 | Prayers from the Island
At this time of year, night seems to descend on the island differently than elsewhere. Like a worn quilt, the sky first has only thin places, worn spots that appear to have been rubbed against by giant ankles or elbows, places where the sun shines—barely. As if...
by SGIUMC | Apr 13, 2017 | Prayers from the Island
Another dense, foggy day. Everything seems unsubstantial. How strange the world looks, so soft and fuzzy, when I know from experience that it is hard and firm. I hear cars inch past on the road, drivers hesitant to go fast in case a biker or an animal is ahead. ...
by SGIUMC | Apr 12, 2017 | Prayers from the Island
What a beautiful day! A cool wind blowing in from the north flattened the waves and made their meeting with the shore a subdued union. Despite the cool breeze (I in my jacket, naturally), I watched people in shorts and bathing suits enjoying the sun and the sand,...
