Before 2016, much of my car-time involved taking a girl or two to an activity. For me relaxing in the car means talking about whatever’s on my mind. Or her mind, or whomever else’s mind. My nest is empty; no one’s in my car. But my musing doesn’t quit just because of that. So now you’re the one “Driving With Daughters!”
I’m writing this on January 2, 2018. I started writing this in my head right after Thanksgiving 2017. And I’m saving it to post right after Thanksgiving 2018, because it wouldn’t be very helpful now that most of the holiday dust has settled. Timing is important. Triage, this time of year, is everything. [Ed. note: […]
rolls through her morning routine, the unawake parts: porridge+coffee+sausage, the newspaper, gut alignment (YES tmi oh well)… thinks: i’m clear. i’m awake. i will head into Doing The Day and not stay in the twitterverse! …wanders down hall but with twitter… puts up ponytails: i could write; i should meditate; the wet laundry could dry […]
Save us from weak resignation To the evils we deplore. Let the search for Thy salvation Be our glory evermore. Grant us wisdom, grant us courage, Serving Thee whom we adore, Serving Thee whom we adore. —Harry E. Fosdick (professor of homiletics and Baptist/Presbyterian pastor), “God of Grace and God of Glory” which is sung […]
If today were a child of mine, I would send it outside to play. Don’t come back in until dinnertime. There’s nothing wrong. No misbehavior to account for my negative spin. Nevertheless, today is getting on my nerves and I want it to stop. I keep reminding myself that I’m not entitled to explanations for […]
Vizzini: Inconceivable! Inigo: You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means. —from The Princess Bride I’m not personally in the throes of this difficulty right now, though it crops up sufficiently often that the quote is on my mental speed-dial. Instead I realized (a) that I was […]
Three weeks ago, I re-folded a scrap of a note left on my bathroom counter and scratched “velveteen rabbit” on it just before I went to bed. Or maybe that was four weeks ago; I’ve been looking at it every day since, so time has blurred. Today, I’ve re-ordered things so that I can color […]
The bellows blow fiercely, the lead is consumed by the fire; in vain the refining goes on, for the wicked are not removed. (from the New Standard Revised Version [NRSV]) Nota bene: “The melting point of lead—at 327.5 °C (621.5 °F)—is very low compared to most metals. Its boiling point of 1749 °C (3180 °F) […]
This week’s contemplation — I have still been meditating — has been trying. Trying as in the way toddlers can be; trying as in I remind myself to continue to persist. Sticking with my contemplative phrase has been this week’s especial trial. I feel like I’m sitting on sticker-burrs to be taking the time at […]
Today I’m resting on my generative laurels of 22-and-some years ago rather than generating something new. You should take a line cook to lunch. They’re lots of fun.
First it was everything due the week before midterm break. Then it was the bustly week of Dublin travel over break. Then it was everything due the week after midterm break, plus jet-lag, plus my inner exhaustion from having taken no meditation or writing time in Dublin. After that, it’s been… well… what has it […]
