Um, maybe it's more than a little spill . . .

All of us are guilty of helping to create a world that demands the use of so much oil, gas, coal . . . . instead of just being angry at BP, maybe we need to figure out what we can do in our own lives, to change the system, to protect the planet.

God of Creation, have mercy upon us.

Riding the Waves

One of the things I like most about living in Eugene is that it's only about an hour to the coast. The Pacific Ocean in all its glory, rocky coasts, lighthouses, amazing seafood, beautiful sunsets, whale watching. It is truly awe-inspiring. Every time I make it out there I wonder why I don't go more often. It makes me almost as happy as it makes the dog! He can't get enough of running on the beach, playing catch with the driftwood sticks.

Being there puts things into perspective for me; helps me to remember what really matters. It seems like a week doesn't go by lately without news of someone getting sick, a friend's death or someone's kid going to the hospital. Spring is supposed to be all about LIFE, but the news I've been hearing is darker. The ocean helps me to remember that while big waves are scary, they are also amazing. That there are whole worlds about which I know not one thing. It helps me remember there is more out there, and I'm not in charge of it - for all of that I am grateful.