June 26th, 2014


Last night

I stepped out of the cabin to get a feel of the night. It was a soft summer night just after the solstice. There was no moon, but all the summer stars were shining overhead in the clearing made by the roadway. Even in the restricted space in front of the cabin, I could see brilliant stars, even a planet. I knew that a short walk would take me out from under the trees, where the sky would be full of more stars and planets. No doubt the Milky Way would also show above the trees.

But then I looked downhill toward the stream and my heart leapt with delight. For fireflies were everywhere, from the ground to the tops of the trees, winking in and out. Every one of them burned as bright as the brightest stars in the sky. There in the dark before the trees, it was as if I had been caught up into the heavens, or perhaps that the heavens had descended and filled the earth with stars.

And I thought of Charles Williams’ poetry:
In the third heaven the stones of the waste glimmer like summer stars.
It was a moment of grace. God had vouchsafed me a glimpse of something. My sad and reflective mood from earlier in the evening was replaced – or at least, challenged. I remembered Julian of Norwich. Dame Julian knew what Williams knew:
All shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of thing shall be well.
good news


My reason for slipping over to Wilderstead this week was to get permits and applications processed. Good news on all fronts.

My sanitation permit was easily approved, despite some unorthodox arrangements. The building permit was also approved, but I've got to get back to the Inspector with some engineer sign-offs on a couple of things. And I joined REMC and have an appointment to walk the site next week and figure out what it's going to cost me some day to get electricity out there.

With all deliberate speed,

Yours Truly.
says who

Marriage a la mode

A federal judge has declared that Indiana’s marriage standards – freely and legally decided upon by citizens of Indiana in accordance with Indiana law – violate the U.S. Constitution. It looks like gay marriage has finally come to Indiana. Protesting that the judge is acting beyond his authority won’t put the genie back in the bottle. Society – at least, officially – seems to have cast off all objections to same-sex marriage with amazing rapidity. I don’t look for things to change for at least a generation or two, which means that I won’t live to see the madness that has seized hold of us lift. Maybe my grandchildren will. In the meantime, I must deliver my conscience one last time, before it becomes socially or legally impossible to say in public what I have maintained my whole life.Collapse )