Much has been said about the “voice of depression.” It is a voice that speaks despairingly about the whole of ones life no matter how good parts of it may be—a voice so loud and insistent that when it speaks, it is the only sound one can hear. I know that voice well. I have spent long days and nights listening to its deadly urgings. Less has been said about the life-giving fact that, as poet Theodore Roethke writes, “In a dark time, the eye begins to see.” -Parker Palmer
Raised in Huntsville, Texas. Cloistered in the segregated south. Recieved undergraduate degree in Music Education; Graduate degree in Theology, Perkins School of Theology, SMU Dallas, Texas. Served churches in Texas and Colorado. Was a Minister of Education for many years, then adjunct professor at The Iliff School of Theology, then Director of Youth and Camping Ministry and Church Leadership Training for the Rocky Mountain Conference. Prior to retirement was pastor of the Fruita United Methodist Church in Fruita, Colorado (west of Grand Junction). Now retired and living in Grand Junction where I drive a Grand Valley Transit Bus and play. Passions are poetry, music, religious and spiritual study, hiking, photography and and 4 wheeling. I love western Colorado. The varigated landscape of Mountains and Canyons, streams and rivers calls to something deep in my soul. I am passionate about religion without being religious. I live on the border of doctrinal faith, seeking the connecting spiritual links between all persons..
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