Planting Poison Ivy
On learning to see a new way | The Word in the Wild, Epiphany 3, Year B
Yesterday, the snow was heavy on the ground, and the city had that quiet of a day at rest—few cars on the streets, the clouds hanging low and gray. I went for a walk, my boots laced up, trodding through the dry powder to a forest park. I was going to see what birds were around, hoping that maybe the winter storm had pushed s…