I lost my faith several years ago when the whole house of cards fell in. Now I'm wandering in this post-religious wilderness, and I'm finding a sacred beauty in the mushrooms and wildflowers that grow amid the shadowy ruins.
Wednesday, March 04, 2026
Lent: Harvesr
We still have eight weeks to go until last frost in this state. We're just getting started planting cold weather crops like lettuce and peas. Fruit won't even grow on the trees until July.
No matter the crop, harvest is months away.
Except duffferent crops ripen at different times, and some bitter harvests are coming in from the field even now. The war in Iran is one crop, like the brutality in Minnesota, reaped from the seeds we planted months and years ago, to elect someone unqualified for office, someone with violent appetites, unfamiliar with peace and prone to cruelty when his whims go unmet.
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Every moment of our lives, we sow the seeds of the future. Every moment we harvest the fruit of the seeds we sowed in the past, or that others sowed before us.
Sometimes the seed fails, and other times it's a bumper crop we'll be eating for years to come.
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