There’s a wonderful John O’Donohue poem, A Blessing For One Who Is Exhuasted, that includes the maxim “Be excessively gentle with yourself.” There are days […] Read More
I called God "stinky."
There’s a wonderful John O’Donohue poem, A Blessing For One Who Is Exhuasted, that includes the maxim “Be excessively gentle with yourself.” There are days […] Read More
I got on Substack for the bikes. Specifically, I wanted to subscribe to Spencer Martin’s Beyond the Peloton, which is not about the exercise bike […] Read More
Advent in general, and this Advent in particular, feels to me like time spent setting up in the fridge. I’ve stirred my ingredients up a bit this year, and I have imagined this process as similar to a caterpillar in a chrysalis. Something about that didn’t quite fit though. Metamorphosis involves a worm turning to goo, down to a genetic level. I’m not sure that I could turn to goo, even if I wanted to.
Figurative war is so compelling that it can be applied to a lot of things: debt, bureaucracy, crime, drugs. And everyone knows these are not real wars, right? We are not carpet bombing the national debt (although it might be argued that an excessive capability for carpet bombing is a significant cause of our indebtedness).