Stories from the Crookedshore
The crookedshore and its environs are the paths I walk when the dog, Tobey, Tess and Bodie is are eager for some exercise, or the kids need to run or I just need to get away. The seasons are marked along the changing paths, the tides and weather are in rhythm, there are familiar people and their dogs and I find myself noticing things without straining for them.
It doesn’t happen each occasion but sometimes things stick and I make a mental note. Writing about these events or encounters is my way of processing them. It is part of my own discipline of learning to pay attention to the world around me. More rarely, I even find that something written reveals itself as a blessing to someone else, a wee reminder that there is grace in the world even yet.
I thought I would gather them together in one place, just in case I find myself repeating, though given the diversity along that small stretch of coastline, it’s not likely.
Passing Time in the Post Office Queue
Lessons from Being Ill-Prepared: Dog Walking in the Rain
In Praise of Bangor Town and the Crookedshore
Market Crash on the Crookedshore
Foraging on the Crookedshore [or what I learned about spiritual formation from picking blackberries]
A New Walk Near the Crookedshore
A New Season on the Crookedshore
High Summer on the Crookedshore
Phil & Sky 3 on the Crookedshore
The Quiet Day’s End on the Crookedshore
Late Afternoon Sun on the Crookedshore
Cold and Bright on the Crookedshore
Newly Familiar with the Crookedshore
The Crookedshore, the Burning Church and Rumi