The Celtic Monk

  Taking time off between Christmas and the New Year is a luxury of which I've rarely been able to indulge.  This year it's a special treat. I've already used the time to clean my Inbox of the 400 emails that I was going to read some time . I've also read through the email box named "Inspiration" where I put things along the way that look interesting but which I didn't have time for at the moment.   The idea of time has come up in enough conversations lately that I've noticed the trend.  Some of those conversations centered around the beleif that time seems to be moving faster than ever; blink it's Christmas, blink it's summer.  I attribute the seemingly increased pace of time to the fact that I'm getting older--it takes me more time to prepare and more time to let go.   But other conversations regarding time have to do with a vague sense that "the times" in which we are living are changing--perhaps even on a co

This morning on my way to the church, I left a container of Christmas cookies on the step of a camper that was by the side of the road.  Well, perhaps I'm already ahead of myself. Last Sunday morning as we were on our way to church, there was a camper/rv at the side of a two lane divided highway.  I was a little irritated as I drove by thinking how unsafe a place to park not only for the owner, but for travelers.  However, by the time we passed by later in the day, I noticed it was gone. Then Tuesday morning on another little road I frequent, the camper/rv was back again this time at the side of an even more narrow two lane road. Really quite out of place. Surprised to see it a second time, I began to wonder about the folks who owned it or were in it.  Why weren't they at one of the 100 rv parks around here.  Why at the side of the road with no electric, no water. While leaving home this morning, I packed a container with Christmas cookies (the kind I only make once a ye