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There is often a call and response in prayer  — as indeed there is in song. I like to think it is this way with reading, and so with every encounter in life. Sometimes, though, we must wait to surface before the response arrives. And sometimes the response, especially when we are grieving, is a lifeline  — a gentle thread that reaches us when we feel adrift, carrying solace, guidance, and the quiet pulse of life itself. And so here is my call and response  to reading The Wise

The word psalms  refers to the 150 biblical songs and poems of the Psalter — texts once woven into daily life, not as abstract theology but as a healing balm. They were prayed, sung through work, and spoken in grief and gratitude. In the Celtic tradition, especially, the psalms were embodied. They were tied to stone and wind, to mountains and trees. They were recited in rhythm with ordinary labor. They lived in the body. This series draws from that lineage of lived devotion.

Photography helps me see more, while at the same time inviting me to look beyond what is immediately visible and to seek out what lies beneath the surface. I am drawn to these concealed depths because I sense that the real nature of things is hidden within them. Each photograph draws my attention to the invisible world that exists all around us and reminds me that this same invisible quality lives within me — an energy that permeates everything and that I feel especially mirr

Geordie loved birds; he rescued them, raised them, tended to them. He was the most maternal man I know, cupping chicks from a fallen...