If we’re lucky enough to live long enough, we get to watch the miracle of babies turning into adults. And with that luck, we pay the price of watching tangible people in our lives turning into memories. And we watch those memories taking on lives of their own. A baby’s first word, a teen’s first love, anybody’s last wishes – these moments burst onto the scene, then disappear, and then echo.
Our Quaker faith is a faith of waiting worship, of expectant waiting, of expectation that new revelation is at hand. In the news of the day, in the piles of dirty dishes, in the Pulitzer Prizes and Oscars and Emmys, the bonfires of garbage in town squares all over the world, the floods and epidemics, all the species endangered and vanished, the weeds that continuously clamor to be seen and accepted as real plants in the garden, the breakfast, lunch, and dinner, the eternal starvation – in this flood of sensation, we wait for some sense of direction. Which can sometimes feel like trying to read the future in the entrails of a chicken. Read this article
by Larissa Keeler
In the flurry of dozens of goodbye hugs before going home, I said to one Friend, “Well, I guess it’s back to the real world now.” He answered, “Oh no, no. This is the real world. The rest of life is what’s not real.” I had to agree.
The Western Young Friends New Years Gathering exists in its own special time. To get there, we pack ourselves tight into cars with sleep bags and snacks, and we travel to the real world.
The night before leaving for the gathering this year, I got a call from one of the people that I would be carpooling with. When I asked him where I should pick him up, he answered, “I live on 10th and University in Berkeley.” “Wait!” I said, “That’s where I live!” This Friend and I had been living two houses away from each other for months without knowing it. I wonder how many gifts surround us that we fail to notice. The next day, the Quaker love began. On the ride up, we ate peppermint chocolate left over from Christmas, sang at the top of our lungs to the radio, and flew to another land. Read More
Time, History, and the Eternal Now
by Anthony Manousos
the tree thing
by eric maya joy
Time in the Real World
by Larissa Keeler
On This Earth
by Clifford Pfeil
Taking Time to Ask, “Why?”
by Sarah Tarver-Wahlquist
Charting Our Way
an interview with Tockhwock (aka Geoffrey Kaiser),
author of “The Chart” which depicts the Quaker family tree
Pages for All Ages!
Puzzles, Fun, and a Story about Helping in Hospitals
A Short History of Ben Lomond Quaker Center
reviewed by Paul Niebanck
The Art of Small Resurrections
reviewed by Lillian Henegar
99 Tactics of Successful Tax Resistance Campaigns
reviewed by Elizabeth Boardman