This year's Holy Week, Holy Wandering made our way through the streets of downtown Bellingham, our sanctuary, reading, praying, observing, listening, seeing, and remaining open to ALL that we share this place with.
Whether observing murals, graffiti, sidewalk chalk or the way the light hits the alley, we spent time lingering in the harder parts of the story of Holy Week and Good Friday.
When you walk in similar seasons, years in a row you notice that many things change and many things remain the same.
Let us be open to the transformation all around and within us.

Transfigured Alley
-Danny N. Schweers
Because I happen to be there and have the time,
I walk for miles across the city,
getting to know it step by step.
So when I pass an empty alley,
it seems random
that I should be there at that time and place,
an accident,
a fluke or a blessing that I should be there
at the right time to witness the sun at just the right altitude
and azimuth to perfectly cast shadows and reflections in mathematically-satisfying patterns.
No one else stops in admiration.
No one else bothers to look.
They are too busy going places to glance at this place which is, after all, just a humble alley, even if it is transfigured by the light.
I look. I see. I wonder.
In the right light, might we too be transfigured?