Every so often I will search out an old movie to watch. Some are in color, others are in black and white. I try to choose movies that have received awards and are still praised for cinematography, acting or directing. Often the story itself is fascinating.It is not that I disdain new movies. Instead, I appreciate art through the years. Furthermore, I have discovered that film, ...

            Last fall when I led the kids in grades 3, 4, and 5, along with parents, on my annual “Hiking with Fr. Herb,” I made a comment to them that may or may not have taken root. But my own words have rung in my own ears ever since.            I told the kids that it would be good to take the same trail often, at ...

            I don’t know who invented the umbrella or even where that strange name comes from. But I appreciated the small black umbrella that sheltered me from the rain this morning.            It’s quite an invention really. It is like a little roof that travels with you. It is lightweight and folds up. It comes in handy if you ...

   Tomorrow is Ground Hog Day, but this meditation is not about Punxsutawney Phil or the town in Pennsylvania that gives Phil his long, hard-to-spell first name. Rather, I am writing about the 1993 Bill Murray movie that takes place in that hard-to-spell- name town.            (Spoiler alert) In the movie, each day is the same, ...

 On the window sill of a parish meeting room there are two pots of red geraniums, first brought to the church for last year’s celebration of Pentecost. During the summer they were taken outside where they resided, still in their pots, in the prayer garden. Before fall’s first frost, they were rescued and placed on the window sill, which is their current address.      ...

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