A Story for Epiphany

Photo by Rose McGee

An audio reading from my book Sacred Attention, Chapter 3, “To See with New Eyes.”

  Sacred Attention Chapter 3 — Reading for Epiphany

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Crossing Over Into Community

Gather a bunch of women to think and talk about community for a day, and ka-boom, you get a community.

Photo by James Hladecek

Forty women from seven local churches met at Grace Lutheran Church in Port Townsend on Saturday, October 6 for a day “Together On the Path – Crossing Over Into Community.”
This photo shows a light moment during introductions.
(All photos in this post by James Hladecek. My thanks to James for letting me share his images of the day.)

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Meditation for All Saints Day

“Do not let your hearts be troubled… In my Father’s house there are many dwelling places. If it were not so, would I have told you that I go to prepare a place for you? And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and will take you to myself, so that where I am, there you may be also. And you know the way to the place where I am going.”  —  John 14:1-4

The Rev. Kenneth J. Scott, Fisherman

The Rev. Kenneth J. Scott, Fisherman

When I was a kid visiting my mother’s parents in West Virginia, my grandfather used to take my brother and sister and me fishing with him. First, we’d go to the backyard compost pile that fed my grandmother’s flower garden. [Read more…]

Does a Dog Have Buddha Nature?

Bingo on the Labyrinth

Bingo in the courtyard labyrinth at my home parish, St. Paul’s Episcopal Church in Port Townsend.

I like my routines. Our dog Bingo likes his routines, too.

He wants us to do the same stuff every morning—say hello, take a walk, eat breakfast, settle into the day.

It’s just that Bingo wants to do these things as if we really mean it.

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Creating the Path You Walk

The path is made by walking.    — African Proverb

Friends Kathleen and Johanna, helping me primp the labyrinth for a community labyrinth tour this spring. I met Johanna nearly 15 years ago, when she first taught me how to make a labyrinth.

Whenever I weed and re-set the rocks in our backyard labyrinths, each small task seems to open a door to a memory. And each memory connects to further encounters and mileposts, reaching out into all the pathways of life.

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Feet and Pee – Stories of Attention and Change

QUUF LogoFeet and Pee — Stories of Attention and Change

A Sermon for a U.U. Fellowship


Margaret D. McGee

Today I’m going to talk about feet and pee, in stories of attention and change. [Read more…]

My Father Was Zorro

It was 1958, another Thursday night in front of the television set.

Daddy sat in his easy chair, feet propped on the hassock, elbows resting on the little sleeves that kept the stuffing inside the chair’s frayed arms. We three kids sprawled on the oval rag rug.

Sometime between eight and eight-thirty, during Zorro’s commercial break, our father decided we were ready.

“It’s time you knew.” He reached for the bowl of popcorn on his TV tray. “The truth is, I’m Zorro.”

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Mother’s Pearl Pin

Mother's pearl pin and blue scarfI walk under tall hemlocks, opening and closing the black umbrella borrowed from my brother’s hall closet, cutting through the small park at the end of his street before circling back to the house.

cold mist
round a shaded pond
after mom’s service
ducks swim away from me
while ripples widen
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The Comfort of Old Flannel

The two old sleeping bags were rolled up at the back of an upper closet shelf in the bedroom for most of the time David and I lived in our current house, which is more than 16 years now.

Covered in faded green ducking, each bag had an extra flap of the tightly-woven material at the head. The flap, wrapped all the way around the roll, was secured by green cotton cords sewn into the hem and tied in bows. [Read more…]