st. peter's chair at antioch

this is perhaps the most beautiful morning of the winter yet in eureka springs! the sky is an even grey, the temperature is a dry 30 degrees, and everything is just-coated with the shiniest rime of ice.

as i have probably mentioned before on this blog, when i came to shore after spending my first summer on the waters of the whulji (which most folks call puget sound), i didn't want to live in a house again. it gave me a whole new understanding of francis's statement to the brothers that "we don't live in houses." what i find fascinating is that, not living in a house, not only do i wake to the sound of woodpeckers and the wind in the pines, but i read the words of genesis differently, too. these dudes were on a hiking trip. they had sheep because they didn't have dehydrators. jesus never had a cathedral, even though today the church celebrates st. peter's chair at antioch.

so, yes to anthony of the desert, who had no scrolls in his windowsill and who said to those who asked him about his lack, that to the one who had eyes to see, all creation sang of the glory of the holy one.

and make st. peter's chair a lawn chair at most.