Living from the Grace of the World
On mushrooms, manna, and the sabbath | The Word in the Wild, Proper 4, Year B
There was a smell to the woods, a sweet soil scent. The ground was still wet from Saturday’s rains and I picked my way around the orange clay, slick patches scattered through the path of broken shale. I recognized the smell like a truffle trained pig—there were mushrooms growing. Then, just to the side of of a stone, I saw one—the orange fl…