The weather has gotten strange. Five days ago, the snow was two feet deep. Today, the driveway is nearly bare and grass can be seen at the edge of the lawn and on the sides of roads. Yesterday, it was so warm that our world was enveloped in fog, and Dennis, Sam, I worked with… Read More Back and Forth
I think I need to delve into the concepts of time and reality. All roads seem to be leading me in that direction. I can’t guarantee that I’ll come up with anything coherent. Today’s post might very well be a jumble of thoughts and examples, perhaps with no real direction. I have a feeling, though,… Read More The Paths We Choose
“The time has come,” the Walrus said, “to talk of many things.” The only problem is that I can’t think of any. I’ve made this commitment to myself, though. So I must trudge on. Please bear with me and feel free to mosey on elsewhere if the following ramblings make your head hurt or your… Read More Time and Other Oddities
Well, I took my Eliot book off the shelf last night and read Part One of Murder in the Cathedral. It was much better than I remembered, because I’ve learned enough in the intervening years to finally understand what the play is really about: Pride. The play opens with a chorus of women forecasting doom.… Read More Which Crown?
A very thin line stands between culture and chaos, and that line is an individual’s conscience. I just read an article by Philip Lawler on the recent death of Cardinal Bernard Law and his role in the coverup of Catholic priests sexually abusing children. It is all so tragic, and it seems especially appropriate to… Read More Everything Will Depend on the Strength of Your Love
I ended last night’s post rather abruptly, but I had reached my thousand-word goal and the clock was speeding towards midnight. I might want to spend a little time now elaborating on the notion of passion. Kristin Lavransdatter has it, and I once did. But it’s been beaten out of me. A combination of not… Read More Talk It Out
Yesterday was especially full. We got the tree assembled and decorated after running hither and yon much of the afternoon and waiting for most of the kids to return from youth ministry in the evening. I did not sit down to write until nearly midnight, and typed in word number 1030 before the clock on… Read More Upping the Ante
First up: I was wrong about the Madeleine L’Engle quote. I had shared it here previously, on October 3rd. I have since made a little note in my book about sharing it here, so you’ll likely not have to read it again, unless you want to, and at that point, perhaps you should get your hands… Read More Where I’ve Feared to Tread