Manitos

Growing up in the Texas Panhandle, there were two field trips that happened every Spring. One was a visit to Palo Duro Canyon. Mom would pack a brown paper bag with a ham and cheese sandwich, Doritos, and a Coke wrapped in aluminum foil. As our bus descended what I now realize as an incredibly precarious road down to the canyon floor, my energy buzzed. I prepared myself for the sharp turns of the Sad Monkey Railroad train ride and…

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It’s the third Friday of Lent today and while I was sitting at my desk finishing up the week’s emails, the sun moved lower into my living room window and filled the living room with its late winter light. Yesterday, it snowed and today I didn’t even need a jacket when I went out for my afternoon walk. In meetings this morning everyone brought up the wind. That is the story of spring and it is the story of cuaresma….

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