Tuesday, May 1, 2018 – Bounty

Thou hast made us for thyself, O Lord, and our heart is restless until it finds its rest in thee. Augustine of Hippo, Confessions I long for ordinary time: predictability and routine. Even as I write these words I see the absurdity of them, because even in ordinary time sands are shifting—sands are always shifting. Still I

Sunday, April 22, 2018

The problem is not making up the steps but deciding which ones to keep. Mikhail Baryshnikov The last thing I want to do is go out. This cold (I feel like a baby for complaining so much about a cold, but man this is a rough one) still has me in its nasty grip. I’d