I’m all talk and no action about blogging, this I know. So many things I’d like to read and write about … As for reading, the novel I most recently finished was All the Light We Cannot See, by Anthony Doer. I was slow to come to this one, and even slower to actually read
Poems are coming thick and fast, but this one is so magnificent I simply had to share. It’s flowing along the same vein as Wendell Berry’s of Sunday (though it takes us rather out of desolation), but how splendid is the fourth stanza? I love that. Found in an old book of George MacDonald’s Poetical Works
Here’s another Wendell Berry poem. It echoes the idea from CS Lewis, that it’s in our desires that we know there must exist something that can fill them (even if it’s not in this world). At times I feel such a yearning for life to be so much more than it is, so I remind
I don’t generally use my social media channels to discuss current issues. There are other folks doing such things, and one could expend a lot of time and energy articulating a response to things that are all but forgotten two weeks later after the next media furore (hats off to the people who do). But
Ann Voskamp has done it for me again. I really like this post and might have sniffled my way through. Here’s a taste: She writes it on my chart: Tipped into failure. It’s right there in ink. ****** You’ve got to be kidding me — I haven’t just tipped into heart failure just right now.