While the adrenaline never flowed as I imagine it would hunting buffalo or lions with spears, urban hunting is satisfying.
This was a 15-minute harvest of some old apple trees along the train tracks across from the Chevron station at the fork of Lexington and Frankfort.
Something Rev. Jane said in church yesterday about seeing some activities as prayer came back to me as I shook the branches for the ripest apples.
What is the state of mind that transforms everyday actions into prayer?
She said the following after interviewing a few of us – in lieu of the sermon – about our “environmental” actions (though I choose to think of them as actions that hopefully begin us down the path of a new vision):