Looking Over My Shoulder (a Continuation)
I’ve mentioned this before. I do think it's worth repeating. I believe the secret to the dreaming life is knowing when to let go of a dream. *** Here is what I have neglected to mention: that dream never really goes away. There are days when you see it back there in the past and you thank God your dream was never realized. But there are...
Playing With Fire (Or, Learning to Listen)
“The language of souls is their desire.” - Gregory the Great Desire. Like every good thing, it can be twisted. Exhibit A may be the wandering Israelites and their golden calf, but exhibits B through Z are not hard to find. No need even to name them. Well aware of exhibits A through Z, desire begins to look dangerous. It begins to look like...
These Farmhouse Bookshelves
There never is enough time for reading, is there? I've heard the same thing from so many of you. Something like Oh no! More recommendations! I'll never catch up! Of course, I know you're winking. I know you're dropping everything to read that novel though there are so many more important things to do. And we wouldn't want it any other way,...
I Have Written No Essay Today
And I am sorry. I wanted to give you metaphors that sing, but I have only this empty page and a blinking cursor. This is doubly unfortunate because today's essay was intended for the column at Living the Story. In other words, today's essay had a deadline. I feel embarrassed by this blank page, as if it exposes something of which I am deeply...
These Farmhouse Bookshelves
Ours is a house full of invalids. Which means this week little has been written but much has been read. Really, the hardest part of a cold for me may be the burning, tired eyes. I should probably just close them, but I don't want to waste all of this lying-abed time with actual resting. Reading, that's where it's at. Do not read, as children...
These Farmhouse Bookshelves
Reading is a solitary activity. Or, is it? When we give books (whether tangibly or through a recommendation) a solitary pleasure is transformed into a shared joy. This is what I thought as I put together these recommendations for you. I remembered the special friend who knew I would love this book of poetry. I remembered how she flew...