Mountains Go Naked
As the leaves completed their fall, this poem popped up — theological and ecological. Let me know what you hear. Mountains go naked in winter, wearing no leaves to hide their scars, exposing the rocks to see the stars, cast shadows for the moon, lie open to the slanting sun. Laid bare by punishing winds, [...]
Bluegrass at the Boston Roundtable
Last week I spent some time in the Boston area, where I helped lead Tom Porter’s seminar on Restorative Justice at Boston University School of Theology before moving on to Andover Newton Theological School, where I had a series of events introducing people to Red Clay, Blood River. Prof. Mark Burrows coordinated the events and [...]

Red Clay, Blood River