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“Being unappreciative might mean we are simply not paying attention.” --David Whyte, Consolations accounting for non-business majors we never pay inattention the cost of ignoring (ignorance?) requires a different accounting but I never could balance my checkbook, so I’m not the one to keep the ledger other than to
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Somedays I come to this page with something to say already in mind, as if to make an offering. Sometimes I come with nothing but raw feelings, almost like a confession or simply a statement of how things are. Tonight is the latter. Thanks for meeting me here. tired the
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winded it’s not just stacking the wood you have to cover it--I know that it doesn’t sound hard, does it I walked down to Page’s and bought a tarp, blue and brown and a pack of bungee cords the first time I centered the tarp and folded
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I don’t know why the thought crossed my mind the other day, other than I had given myself time to do nothing and let my thoughts run unleashed for a bit. What struck me is not original, I’m sure, but it felt significant; it was this: any technological
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insulatus I don’t have time to tell you the whole story, but I spent a week in St. Petersburg it was Leningrad then a perfect graduation gift for a Russian history major the center of the city was a collection of islands connected by drawbridges we didn’t really
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For all but the last few days of Advent the days keep growing shorter. I find myself getting up early so I don’t miss any daylight. Our schnauzers have learned to come find me around four o’clock so we can walk the green as the sun sets; if
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For many years I have written daily during Advent. For the first time in a long time I will be preaching through Advent as well. My sermon for this first Sunday is “We Will Get Through This,” drawing from Isaiah 64:1-9. ______________________________ Somehow it is the first Sunday in Advent
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I came home from our first Christmas Eve service struck by an irony that happens every year. We sing “Silent Night” and light candles, as many congregations do on this night, but then, in order to finish the service, we have to blow them out to sing “Joy to the
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My friend Robert Dilday died in his sleep Saturday night. He was not old--by that I mean he was only a year older than me. He was ordained to the priesthood in the Episcopal Church on December 14. The picture above is him serving communion after his ordination. He had
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I am affected by a lack of light. Our electric bill goes up in the winter, I’m sure, because I keep the lights on all the time. I am also sure a big part of it is related to my depression. I walk around feeling like I have a
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We are one night away from the longest night of the year, which means the Fourth Sunday of Advent will bring just a little more light even as winter officially begins. The solstice set me to thinking about music again. I know I am only a couple of days away
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I got to reading Consolations by David Whyte this morning, and found this under the word regret: Sincere regret may in fact be a faculty for paying attention to the future, for sensing a new tide where we missed a previous one, for experiencing timelessness with a grandchild where we