Incidents of Joy, Saturday Jo-Ann Fabric: college kid clerk at recognized my Hamilton shirt, which started a conversation about the musical, acting, and taking risks. The old man checking receipts at an exit wore a badge with the name Clyde. “Hi, Clyde!” I said, and he smiled broadly. Freesia at Trader Joe’s Kalamata olive bread dipped in olive oil Getting off the freeway. Finally. Tom O’Roughley, WB Yeats “Though logic choppers rule the town, And every man and maid and boy…
We look at the world once, in childhood. The rest is memory. – Louise Gluck Richard Rohr’s book Falling Upward talks about spiritual growth for the second half of life. Rohr is adamant that in order for us to discover the True Self, we have to fail. It’s true of every myth and big story. Odysseus failed all the way home. Well, I could check that off my list. What next? As I wrote in…
The season of Lent marks the forty days Jesus spent in the wilderness before he launched his ministry. My brother recently pointed out, it’s actually 46 days between Ash Wednesday and Easter. Figuring out how 40 became 46 is like listening to Bob and Doug McKenzie explain the 12 days of Christmas. Maybe the church doesn’t count Sundays, national holidays or the Nordstrom half-yearly sale. But at any rate, we honor the time Jesus spent…
She sat in the back pew. At first, she seemed eccentric: she wore purple a lot, she shuffled in and out. She was at times shy, then ‘out there,’ then she would drill down and look you in the eye. Kind eyes, but eyes that saw into you, then past you and far away. I later found out that she sat in the back pew to pray for everyone in front of her. (Something I could have known if…
