Yesterday I was thinking about this little blog. My friend Alkelda the Gleeful had set it up for me, even naming it, with her spot-on ability to find the mot juste. (Does that have an "e" on the end of it????) But I had been wondering... why "Pipers" and not "Piper"? I sense there is a reason for it, but I cannot articulate it.

At any rate, I decided to go to Wind in the Willows and re-read that chapter . There I stood, in the Library where I work, and wept with both joy and longing.

This morning I awoke from a dream with a song running through my mind. This happens to me alot. This morning it was a hymn. #307 in the current Blue Mennonite hymnal.

Will you let me be your servant, let me be as Christ to you?
Pray that I may have the grace to let you be my servant too.

I will hold the Christ-light for you in the nighttime of your fear.
I will hold my hand out to you, speak the peace you long to hear.


Today is the 2nd anniversary of my mother's passing into New Life. I derive some comfort in thinking that my Mom will be quietly ministering to those who have newly passed over - from Iraq,the horrific bridge tragedy - and from New Orleans and the rest of the south, especially those who were neglected because they were poor (and maybe Black?) I am trying to walk the tightrope between being non-judgmental and open, but on the other hand, "speaking truth to power" (even if only on this little personal blog.)