in the music of life love is the drum the big bass drum that resonates in your breast bone through every movement of grief the tremulous tympanic tones in the symphonies of sadness the steadying rhythm during the frantic choruses of fear the hope of the high hat in the
The blind man Bartimaeus, who sat begging at the gate, Knew Jesus soon was headed out of town, So he called out in hope that Jesus’ exodus could wait Long enough to shed some sight around. The disciples huffed a bit and told him to sit tight, But Bart kept
I turned down a job last week. I was surprised, actually. The position was Chef and Kitchen Manager for a local shelter that serves about 650 people a day. I would have had a chance for my careers as minister, chef, and teacher to integrate in a way I have
today I am reminded life’s a poem and everything rhymes with thank you Peace, Milton
After reading the Beatitudes and hearing Ginger’s sermon this morning, I’m reminded that “happy” and “blessed” are not synonyms. Peace, Milton
I'm teaching a documentary studies elective this term and came across this little gem that is definitely worth sharing. Now go hug somebody. Peace, Milton
I was looking through some old books and found a couple of pages of songwriting notes from many years ago. As I read over them, I was taken by this phrase: the syntax of the cynic. I picked up the phrase and here is what I found. Peace, Milton P.
Early Saturday afternoon, after we had spent the morning unpacking the last of the boxes from our move (last August), Ginger and I slipped out of the house for lunch together at a new Cuban sandwich shop that opened only last Thursday in downtown Durham called Old Havana. I had
I was reading this morning in a small volume of poetry I have had for years called Poems to Live By: In Uncertain Times and found some words worth sharing today. First, from Robert Bly: Things to Think Think in ways you've never thought before. If the phone
Over the past several weeks, I've accumulated some new music -- either in actuality or by listening and watching online -- so I thought I would pass a few of the gems along since I haven't done that in awhile. I'll start with the newest: The
I talked to one guy today who got tired of construction and “making the wrong people rich,” which was as far as he got before another, who used to work with an autistic kid, asked for help – we were cooking breakfast together for folks at the shelter who stood single
The assignment for my kids yesterday was to write for ten minutes about the word "explore." I did the assignment as well. Peace, Milton