It has become an occasion in my life to hold drywall over my head. Not voluntarily, out of context (I’m not a weirdo), but having consistently lived in a house-in-progress, or rather, house[s]-in progress, I have found myself, more times than I can count, on a ladder, assisting with a ceiling. It is odd, how […]
I recently discussed with my oldest daughter, the beauty of the New England culture. We were talking about plans for after graduation, and her frustration with not having one particular goal. It is tempting to feel discouraged if you are in a community with many other students who had particular callings early on; horsemanship, carpentry,
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Sometimes, particularly near the holidays, I have a craving for the past. Not all of it, mind you, just the past that we so conveniently see in our mind’s eye through a sepia lens with a low light and a soft falling snow. We are all waxing poetic with or without an affinity for the
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“All goes back to the earth, and so I do not desire pride or excess of power, but the contentments made by men who have had little: the fisherman’s silence receiving the river’s grace, the gardener’s musing on rows…” A little Wendell Berry goes a long way. As the gardener’s rows are getting tucked in
Reading a biography can be one of the best sanctifying tools that we didn’t know we had. I found myself receiving a copy of an autobiography of a musician that I have been a fan of since, as my kids would say, “the 1900s”. I am definitely a music snob, but only in the most
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