I purchased a Nalgene bottle in 1995 to go to Philmont Scout Ranch.

Earlier this year, I bought a new one in Death Valley because my son lost his water bottle.

I guess it got jealous. Today, it finally fell off a carabiner and busted open.

I’ll be honest, I didn’t know those things could break.

Twenty-three years of #adfdruidry, and I can still be writing liturgy and have deep insights about our common liturgical language that I’ve repeated for years, thought I understood, and realize I never really understood it until just this moment.

I love the layers of our work.