It came right out of the blue.
Here, at the end of August, with no precursor.
A little sick, a little sad.
But today I feel more blue than green.
I keep lying awake at night, unable to sleep, yet unable to rise.
My mind fights its demons, busy lists that seem important.
Times are tough. You can tell when little girls ask for the heads of great leaders to be handed to them on platters.
It may not have been an apple, after all.
It turns out that what Eve and Adam ate in the Garden of Eden could have been darn near anything. The Bible only says they were not to eat from the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, but that they did. What fruit that tree bore, no one really knows. Apple of course wins "most popular," but there are also good strong arguments for pomegranates, pears, figs, and as it turns out - tomatoes.
A part of my life started at the end of a driveway.
At our former home, I stood at the end of the driveway one day, waiting for a delivery. It was a friend, or perhaps I should say someone I knew. She was driving by with her husband to drop off to me her ministerial robe. I didn't have one of my own at that time, and I had been asked by my cousin to officiate at his wedding. So, there I stood, waiting for a borrowed robe.
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