It’s been an interesting Lent. My task was to look for joy—which doesn’t sound like a deprivation. But cynicism and disillusionment are easy for me; optimism and joy are hard. I didn’t take myself off of all social media, just Facebook. (It’s hard to find joy if you’re inundated with outrage, and it’s been a season of outrage.) Human events did not bring me joy, but nature did. The wet winter ended the drought and ushered…
I haven’t blogged for a few days. I started to feel like I had nothing new or interesting to report. At least, that’s what I told myself. It’s easy to let a discipline slip, especially if it’s something positive. Yeah, life is good. I got it from here. Besides, it can get very selfish. What good vibes can I acquire today, for myself? It eliminates the most important part of the equation: relationship. Relationship with the Person who’s made all this…
I learned a thing or two about Lent over the weekend. 1) The reason Lent is 46 days and not 40 is because you take Sundays off. 2) You can take Sundays off. You can eat chocolate, troll Facebook and be snarky. I peeked around Facebook – no posting, just to see if I’d missed anything important. Here’s what I’d missed: Candy Crush requests. Ads for “the Silicon Valley hoodie that’s breaking the Internet.” And, of course, political…
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…
