Not long ago, sunday dinner more than our, Mon timetable appeared as if I actually asked Walter what his. I put spent the snowy Feb weekend on retreat and was motivated to get some time to invest with him. Ironically, that’s the peculiar repair we often discover ourselves nowadays. We’ve
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Accelerating to Warp Speed
31 December, 2014 felt like this big breathing before a dive. There I used to be, poised on the edge, looking at the deep end of January (this January) carrying out a substantial amount of positive self-talk (You can certainly do this. We are able to do that!) At that
Go Ask Alice
I appreciate dynamic really, precise communication. So Equally, I’ve great respect for those who have an upbeat method of function’s and lifestyle’s most challenging issues authentically. It’s uncommon to get those two characteristics well integrated in a single person. I keep in my center two shining examples I want to
In Praise of Kinship
For months my car CD player had not been functional. This supposed that we cannot pay attention to books on Compact disc whenever we travel. Walter can be an indiscriminate NPR listener but I am a delicate, spongy listener; empathic, impressionable. Whenever a trip is normally distributed by us, I
Relentlessly Pursuing Authenticity
My little Fresh Year’s virus did what it was sent to do. It required me in the back room for a couple of days and issued just enough of a thrashing to wipe any hint of arrogance off my face. It wasn’t a poor beating, nothing like what a lot
The Importance of Talking Back
Have you got the sort or sort of human brain that’s susceptible to speak up uninvited about everything? Well I’ve had one like this so long as I can keep in mind. I’ve in fact spent a substantial amount of period as a grown-up learning the artwork of controlling the
The Savage Loveliness of Being Alive
There’s a strange, almost brutal, beauty for me in the way summer begins to bow and bend in August and eventually cowers prostrate before the howling winter; in how flood and drought will repaint a landscape at will, some years with flood, other years with drought; in how poverty can
The Thorny Path
Books were an extremely large part of my childhood. In my early years grown-ups read aloud to me. I can remember hearing the Joel Chandler Harris Uncle Remus stories many times before they became controversial. Most memorable were his tales of that old trickster Br’er Rabbit. I can still hear
Winter Solstice Spiral
16 years back on the wintertime Solstice, Walter and We made both . 5 hour trip up from Charlotte, NC, where we had been living, to Floyd to close on the house and the house that is shortly to become Jubilee’s. In those days there was just a little regular
Zenith
Studying Earth’s times and marking her timeless holy days was once something that was disguised for me by grown-ups within the Christian liturgical year. In falling away from those imitative seasons and out of sync with organized religion altogether I began a process of deep remembering. Now each passing season
