100 Things I Know #11 – We Are Not Gods.

Death will prove this to us.   A broken tooth will prove it.   We control very little.   Our own minds muster up armies of thought against us.   We are multiple inside, one part taskmaster, one part rebel, another part mysterious, balancing between divine and hellish desires.   We cannot bend time backwards.   We cannot force immortality.   We …

Disappearing Lines

"Since sensationalism, power, and wealth dominate our cultural imaginations, we may not be willing to journey to the ephemeral, as the Japanese poets of old have, to see beauty in the disappearing lines or to see poetry in a drying puddle of water." - Mako Fujimura, Refractions.

100 Things I Know #7 – Music Heals

Music moves us, those sounds of hammers striking strings, voices singing words or scatting, mallets pounding taut skins.   We are attuned to shapes of time and space sculpted by musicians, the moment-to-moment shimmerings of sound that make our hips, knees, and arms want to undulate.   Music is everywhere, is personal, is communal, is magic.   Maybe …

Faith and Art: What is the Heart of the Matter?

What is at the heart of the conversation between art (in all its form and expression) and the faith of the Christian (in its multiple and varied flavors)? Here we go again…for more than a decade I’ve been leading an annual discussion with undergraduates at Abilene Christian University concerning the intersection between the real world …

Don’t Forget What You’re Doing…

Sometimes, we forget. We wake in the morning and hope to find our way to the desk.  We hope to hear from the manuscript in front of us that we are welcome, that our company is longed for, that the stroke of our hands will be healing and full of discovery.  But maybe the sleep …

Making Sense and Nonsense: A Conversation at Vermillion

Last night I was privileged to hang out with my friend and collage artist extraordinaire Marty Gordon.   We decided to take in a conversation of seeming epic proportion at a Capitol Hill art gallery gathering place called Vermillion, where a man named John Boylan was hosting a artist-dense conversation on the notion of making …

The Unmerited Grace of the Work

"At its best, the sensation of writing is that of any unmerited grace.  It is handed to you, but only if you look for it.  You search, you break your heart, your back, your brain, and then--and only then--it is handed to you."  --Annie Dillard, The Writing Life Odd isn't it, that there is work …