Wheel Within Wheel
Blake, Berry, and What We Owe to Cesar : The Word in the Wild, Proper 24, Year A
Yesterday morning I took a walk, up the concrete sidewalks, past a busy intersection and eventually to a patch of forest preserved in a park. There was much movement—cars heading to work and school, newly arrived birds, feeding in the fresh fall air. Phoebes, Golden-crowned Kinglets, Yellow-bellied Sapsuckers—all were in abundance. As…