Thoreau wanted to suck out all the marrow of life. Shakespeare reflected through Macbeth that all is shadow, that man struts and frets his hour upon the stage. Frost pondered the road he didn’t take while walking the fence line replacing fallen stones with his neighbor.

I’m an Episcopal priest in Oklahoma. This blog is my keepsake box of what I observe and question and craft as I walk my path.

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