In honor of Inauguration Day, a time of pomp and ceremonial flourish, it seems fitting to focus on our nation's capitol. Every four years the hopes and dreams of America hover over the candidate taking office. In the process, our democracy is again renewed.

Some who watch cast their votes for the winner. Some not. But in that moment, with the world watching, the burden and aspirations of all of us are laid on the shoulders of the new president.

Inaugurations are a spectacle. But presidencies, more often than not, are made and lost in the quiet moments, far away from the camera's watchful eye. As our first president reminds us.....

“The turning points of lives are not the great moments. The real crises are often concealed in occurrences so trivial in appearance that they pass unobserved.”

― President George Washington

Dr. King was many things, but among them, he was a preacher.

Raised in the shadow of his father's pulpit and the recipient of a doctorate in systematic theology from Boston University, King was perhaps best known for his erudite and evocative prose. Homiletic flourishes aside, King acted as the conscience of our nation, starting with his beloved church...

"If the church does not recapture its prophetic zeal, it will become an irrelevant social club without moral or spiritual authority." – Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

O'ahu.

The thought of it conjures up images of Waikiki beach, rows of pineapple plants, the craggy face of Diamond Head, and the swells of the Banzai Pipeline.

I have been fortunate to see the thundering waves of O'ahu twice in my life. Oddly enough I heard the wall of crashing water before I saw it. Such is the power of the O'ahu surf.

Lifeguards leapt from their chairs when we dared venture down to the sand. Even standing well away from the tide line didn't mean you were safe. Here where a rogue wave could swoop in before you had time to turn and flee.

During a time when errant waves seem more common than not, my experience of the Pipeline acts as a reminder not to focus on the surge, but to hang on to the board.

"You can't stop the waves, but you can learn to surf." – Hawaiian Proverb

The world headquarters of Converse is just a few miles from my home. It's located on Boston's Freedom Trail in a space that occupies over 214,000 square feet spread over ten floors. This glass behemoth overlooks the harbor, enjoying stunning views in every direction.

I never had a thing for Chuck Taylors. I am more of a New Balance kind of a girl. But every time my wife drives over the Zakim Bridge and passes the gleaming monolith she looks out at the building and audibly sighs "ah, heaven......." Her devotion to Converse is both fulsome and longstanding.

What many folks don't know is that hanging in the lobby of this same building is a one-of-a-kind chandelier. With bulbs that shine through translucent soles, it is comprised of 200 Converse sneakers dangling from a towering canopy. If that isn't heavenly, I don't know what is.

"I always wore sneakers when I wanted to. It was always about being comfortable and being myself." – Whoopi Goldberg

My Dad went to the barber shop every Saturday morning.

Like many men of his generation, particularly his military mates, it was a celebrated weekly ritual. A quick trim, the buzz of the back of his neck, and a hot shave. It was his version of a spa day.

I would often ask to go along. I loved everything about the barber shop; the musky smell of cologne, the thwack of the razors being sharpened on leather straps, the rumbling guffaws of the other men telling their tales.

Even now, whenever I see a barber shop pole, a rush of nostalgia comes over me. A whiff of Old Spice and I am right back there, sitting with my Dad, wondering how I got to be so lucky.....

"Barbering is the act of creating without an eraser."

I have been spending a lot of time outside these past few months. Wandering the forest, breathing in the crisp air, a respite from COVID-19 and the growing sense of isolation living in a cold climate can bring.

These days the gray of the sky feels more like a mood and less like an atmospheric attribute. The endless stream of very short days seems, well, endless.

So I find myself musing on greenhouses, filled with the smell of moist soil and dazzling color. Glass houses that transport me to the long summer days that are just around the corner....

“My eyes widened at this jungle of freshness, the earth on the ground. The back wall, around thirty feet high, burst with terra-cotta pots filled with every herb imaginable - basil, thyme, coriander, parsley, oregano, dill, rosemary, and lavender. There were tomatoes of almost every variety beaming with colors of red, dark purple, yellow, and green. Lemon trees. Avocados. Lettuces, like roquette and feuille de chêne. Zucchinis and eggplants. Fennel, celeriac, artichokes, and cucumbers. Leeks, asparagus, cabbages, and shallots, oh my. I exhaled a happy breath. ― Samantha Verant, The Secret French Recipes of Sophie Valroux

As kids, after breaking a few too many window panes with errant foul balls, my brother and I soon found ourselves the proud owners of a wiffle ball and bat, courtesy of my mother.

At first, we felt like we'd been demoted to JV. Such a flimsy excuse for our wood bat and red-stitched rawhide. But then we learned how to throw a mind-bending curve ball with that funky plastic ball. And we could swing the bat for hours without tiring. And most importantly, we stopped getting yelled at all the time for breaking the garage windows.

It was..... fun. Which was the point, right?

"It's supposed to be fun. The man says 'play ball!' not 'work ball' you know." - Willie Stargell (left fielder and first baseman for the Pittsburgh Pirates, 1962-1982)

Barry C. Black has been the chaplain of the U.S. Senate for many decades at this point. But I imagine, in all of his years of ministry at the Capitol, he has never had a week like this one.

The quote below was taken from a prayer Reverend Black offered after Wednesday's breach of our nation's legislative hub. I have long admired surgically-crafted sentences, dazzling vocabulary, and the lyrical turn of a phrase. But I also harbor a profound respect for the brute force of words; their ability to change opinions, transform hearts, even alter the course of history.

"These tragedies have reminded us that words matter, and that the power of life and death is in the tongue." – Barry C. Black, U.S. Senate Chaplain

I found myself on an emotional rollercoaster for much of yesterday, listening and watching our nation's unrest play out in real time.

The National Mall in Washington is anchored by the Capitol building at one end and the Lincoln Memorial at the other. The stretch of land that falls in between has witnessed much history. So this morning, as I digest the recent events at the Capitol, I fix my gaze to the other end of this hallowed ground.

"I am anxious to afford some alleviation of your present distress. Perfect relief is not possible, except with time." – President Abraham Lincoln

In honor of the yesterday's Georgia elections, it seemed like a good time to muse a bit about peaches.

Originally from China, peaches were brought to the Georgia coastline by Franciscan monks in 1571. But they likely wouldn't have made the same impact on the Georgia economy had it not been for the boll weevil.

After huge swaths of cotton were decimated by the pesky beetle, peaches, pecans, apples, and onions were planted to diversify the state's crops. Peach cobbler 1, Boll Weevil 0.

I was never a big fan of the peach, unless you're talking about cling peaches swimming in a vat of sugary syrup. But I love the idea of peaches -- plucked right off the tree, a refreshing and juicy treat on a warm summer day.

“Sunrise paints the sky with pinks and the sunset with peaches. Cool to warm. So is the progression from childhood to old age.”

― Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration

Charlotte and her gang of barn animal friends found their way into my heart long ago. Everyone needs a friend like Charlotte, despite her arachnoid pedigree.

As a child, I read the dialogue between Charlotte and her pal Wilbur in a very matter of fact kind of way. But as I aged, I saw how deftly E. B. White wove into into his children's classics more nuanced life lessons. Without even realizing it, he had lured me into his own literary web. 

And I didn't mind one little bit......

“You have been my friend. That in itself is a tremendous thing. I wove my webs for you because I liked you. After all, what's a life, anyway? We're born, we live a little while, we die. A spider's life can't help being something of a mess, with all this trapping and eating flies. By helping you, perhaps I was trying to lift up my life a trifle. Heaven knows anyone's life can stand a little of that.” 

― E. B. White, Charlotte's Web 

Gilligan's Island is a slice of nostalgia cut straight from the heart of my own childhood.

On air from 1964-67, the show hit a cultural sweet spot with an audience still enamored with the supposed simplicity of the 1950's. Mary Ann, the proverbial "girl next door," was a real life beauty queen. Crowned Miss Nevada in 1959, Dawn Wells played the ingénue of the castaways with an understated flair.

What I didn't know until I became a minister was that creator Sherwood Schwartz crafted the characters, including Mary Ann, on the seven deadly sins.

Miss Wells died just a few days ago from COVID-19. One last castaway on the island.

Bon voyage sweet Mary Ann........

"You were always great fun and loved to laugh. Decades of laughter and good times together will remain with me always. Off the island, but forever in our hearts." – Barbara Eden (star of I Dream of Jeannie)

Today Billie Eilish turns 19.

The first time I understood the phenomenon that was Billie Eilish was the night back in January when she won an armful of Grammys, so many in fact that by the end of the show she looked positively embarrassed by her windfall. 

I later watched her interview with Gayle King on CBS Sunday Morning. During their time together she gave Gayle a tour of her childhood home, including the bedroom where she wrote nearly all of her songs. She had gone from singing into her hairbrush to stardom virtually overnight. 

There is no doubt it’s difficult to make it in the music business, but the culture of underestimating young women shouldn't be overlooked. Luckily for Billie, it was her voice and creativity that mattered and not the package it came in.

“It’s rare for anyone to value the opinions of a teenage girl.” — Billie Eilish

What do Easton PA, Orlando FL, Minneapolis MN, Plano TX and Chandler AZ all have in common? 

The Crayola Crayon of course!

Each of these five destinations are home to something called "The Crayola Experience," a creative and interactive crayon extravaganza. This is just the latest innovation since the first box of Crayola Crayons rolled off the production line way back in 1903. 

I remember the smell, feel, and palette of my childhood crayons well, an original set of 8. When I discovered there was a 64-crayon version WITH a built-in sharpener in the box, I was dazzled by the possibilities. Although never an artist, seeing that rainbow of colors sure made me wish I were.....

"Color is my day-long obsession, my joy and my torment." – Claude Monet

This morning when I woke up it was 18 degrees outside. There is a biting cold to the air today. And as we New Englanders say, you can smell snow in the air.

By the end of tomorrow there will be over a foot of snow covering the ground. But thoughts of shoveling and spreading salt and scraping windshields can wait. The best part of the snowstorm is right around the corner. It's the part where you throw a blanket over your lap and just watch the flakes topple from the sky......

“Snow flurries began to fall and they swirled around people's legs like house cats. It was magical, this snow globe world.” ― Sarah Addison Allen

My college roommate grew up in Sandy Hook, CT.

After becoming a nurse she returned to the town in which she was raised, to take a job in the Sandy Hook school system. She spent her days tending scraped knees and tummy aches until December 14, 2012. The day that changed her hometown forever.

26 voices were silenced that day. And we're still asking why.

"We are in a state of disbelief and trying to find whatever answers we can. We, too, are asking why." - Peter Lanza (father of the Sandy Hook shooter)

Our daily dose of daylight is shrinking. Colder temperatures are taking hold. Our required isolation due to concerns of infection remains.

December can be a tough month, even under the best of circumstances.

So let's just take it one step at a time. We don't need to move mountains. We just need to keep going. We don't need miracles. Just hope.

“Hope is holding in creative tension all that is, with everything that could and should be, and each day taking some action to narrow the distance between the two.” - Parker Palmer

Earlier this week was the 40th anniversary of the death of John Lennon.

I remember hearing he had been shot outside his home on the Upper West Side of NYC. It was a neighborhood with which I was familiar. Many years later I lived within ten blocks or so in an apartment I sublet for a short while. During that stretch I would often find myself walking by the Dakota, craning my neck to see into the courtyard I saw on the news that night in December of 1980. What if, I would wonder. What if......

John Lennon was a cultural icon, a musical genius, and a spirited advocate for peace. Apparently he came by this rightly, encouraged by his mother to value things our society often doesn't.

"When I was 5 years old, my mother always told me happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down ‘happy’. They told me I didn’t understand the assignment, and I told them they didn’t understand life." - John Lennon

Today Buddhists across the globe celebrate Bodhi Day, the day when Siddhartha Gautama attained enlightenment.

Siddhartha was on a quest to discover the cause of suffering. For years he had followed a practice of extreme asceticism, avoiding all indulgences through a rigid display of self discipline. But eventually he decided to just sit underneath a tree and meditate. The answer came to him during this quiet and peaceful practice. Having gained enlightenment, he was finally free.

There is so much suffering in the world it can discourage even the most well-intentioned. So let us be inspired by the Buddha and reclaim our words as a first step on this journey. There are few things more powerful than language.

"The tongue is like a sharp knife. It kills without drawing blood." - Buddha