What is sacred about all of our lives, even those of us who would never dream of using such a word for it, is that God speaks to us through what happens to us - even through such unpromising events as walking up the road to get the mail out of the mailbox, maybe, or seeing something in the news that brings you up short, or laughing yourself silly with a friend. If skeptics ask to be shown an instance of God speaking to them in their lives, I suggest that they pay closer attention to the next time when, for unaccountable reasons, they find tears in their eyes.
-- Frederick Buechner
"Why are we reading, if not in hope of beauty laid bare, life heightened and its deepest mystery probed? . . . . Why are we reading if not in hope that the writer will magnify and dramatize our days, will illuminate and inspire us with wisdom, courage, and the possibility of meaningfulness, and will press upon our minds the deepest mysteries, so that we may feel again their majesty and power?
What do we ever know that is higher than that power which, from time to time, seizes our lives, and reveals us startlingly to ourselves as creatures set down here bewildered? Why does death so catch us by surprise, and why love?
We still and always want waking. We should amass half dressed in long lines like tribesmen and shake gourds at each other, to wake up; instead we watch television and miss the show"
-- Annie Dillard, The Writing Life
- This Time
Oh, I have let my lonely tell me lies, and sometimes Iíve believed them.
Committing days and stealing nights, allowing worry to both limit and abuse imagination...
The following article is a story. It is only a story. If it were a real-life account you would be instructed where to purchase a copy of Reader's Digest so that you could turn to the real-life, heart-warming, human interest blah blah blah section and be inspired and stuff...
- Office Aisle
Journal Verse... A light but all too true look at a long (and common) addiction. :-)
- What are the 7 Wonders of the world?
One version of what has become an ever-changing list created as part of a gratitude practice...
- Paying Attention to Attention
A mini series of posts about the challenges of paying attention, managing time and other aspects of daily life a few years back.
- Invitation - A song about Community
I wrote this song last year about the experience of spending time with friends in community as part of A Small Group Cincinnati. It makes the invitation to join in a new conversation about life and community -- and I am still learning about these new conversations, myself, so I welcome the curiosity of anyone interested in exploring them together.
- My Father, Who Liked to Fix Things
A tribute to my dad, and your dad, too, I'll bet, and their gifts for making stuff work, over and over again.
- The Last Six Days
A Love Story in verse, for two writers
- I never called it meditation
A poem about discovery
- Enacting the future we wish to create
In COMMUNITY - The Structure of Belonging, Peter Block provides an articulation of community feelings, wants and beliefs many of us have felt inside but havenít always had words to express.
- In Memory of Gregory S. Weeks - July 17, 1949 to May 1, 2008
My brother Greg, who survived metastatic melanoma and alcoholism in his 30's and lived for 20+ more years in good health, died of pancreatic cancer on May 1, 2008 at the age of 58, after living with the inoperable condition for a year and a half. It's hard for me to say all the ways in which both his living and dying have impacted my life and personal development. This link is to a copy of what I wrote for his obituary.
- What I wrote while finding time to write
Amazing how many kinds of writing get done in a week of living, only to end up as so much language litter.
- Closing the Post
As mentioned in a questionably useful tribute to Twitter earlier today, I received a cell phone "tweet" this afternoon of a story by Joe Strupp about the Cincinnati Post's impending year end closing.
- The Secret Loss of Bees
It seems there ought to be a lot more buzz about our vanishing bees and what they mean to food and life everywhere.
- Facebook is Our Front Porch
Facebook is our new Front Porch. The first network to have achieved such community and entanglement spanning generations, distance and interests...
- Leonard Cohen's Hallelujah
One of the favorite songs of my life.This recording includes 2 verses that have usually been left out of performances with which most of us are familiar. Those 2 verses make the song a more complete, human and moving piece, I think. They bring an energy of redemption, or at least of accepting and integrating the broken parts of any human life.
- Presence - book notes
"It's common to say that trees come from seeds. But how could a tiny seed create a huge tree? Seeds do not contain the resources needed to grow a tree. These must come from the medium or environment within which the tree grows. But the seed does provide something that is crucial: a place where the whole of the tree starts to form. As resources such as water and nutrients are drawn in, the seed organizes the process that generates growth. In a sense, the seed is a gateway through which the future possibility of the living tree emerges."
- From the Opening of PRESENCE
- Consciousness and Consumerism
Connections between buying all that stuff we never really wanted while wondering where our local stores have goneÖ
- The Power of NOW
Reviewing Eckhart Tolle's book
A book about awakening, about living in the now instead of being lost in our thoughts about the past or the future. Even more, a practical guide, presented in a way that turns lights on all around us, enabling us to see a simple path to living an awakened life. A life empowered by our own Presence.
- Full Moon at 41
..for janie and her moon tonight
- The Medium is the Message, but what language are they speaking?
I had the opportunity to write an introduction for the book Taking the Leap into New Media, by Stephanie A. Redman, in 1998.
- Conversations with Megan
...spending the afternoon with Meg... listening to Wilcox, leaning back in the chair, on the sofa, her tiny limbs tangled in my my arms, listening to the music, the words...
- Wild Flowers in Deep Water
- It feels a lot like joy
- Shell Island
A journal entry written a few years ago from the balcony of a room on the beach in North Carolina... Helpful, or at least very interesting sometimes, to read it again now that some of the years I wondered about have passed.
- Hank and Forrest driving around town
Journals from 94 or so...
- Taking Megan Dancing
This was written one night in 1994 after a Brownie Troop Sweetheart dance. Dad and daughter dates... Gotta enjoy them while we can. Time flies.
- Yearning for Justice
A song born of a brief encounter with Liberation Theology. Maybe as much of a prayer of sorts, as a song.
- We are all Imaginary
Whose Story am I?
- Why I like Kurt
"Man is not evil, they seem to say. He is simply too hilariously stupid to survive."
- Jennifer & Megan
Journalling in 94