New Seasons, Letting Go, and Coffee

New beginnings are full of promise, but I’ve had enough of them to know that a promising feeling is a guarantor of nothing. It’s a new season in my life, one whose boundaries have something to do with a self-imposed sabbatical from church life, a brief stint of anti-depressants, a sickness in the middle of …

Writing: Getting to It

Inauguration day, as a moment of beginning and continuation, strikes me as a fine day to begin writing again.  So here we go. After a great Christmas in New York, where I got to hang out with my NYC gang—namely, Amy Berryman and Daniel and Grace Berryman (my amazing kids), not to mention my lovely …

Beginnings

The air is different, surprisingly so.   Untethered, I wait for instructions.   Czeslaw Milosz meets me each morning in his collected poems, instructing me on what it means to see.   The psalmist tells me that plans come to nothing on the day we die, and that those who trust in the Lord are blessed.   George MacDonald's …

Kierkegaard’s Eleventh Hour

Reading Kierkegaard this morning.  Went to bed too late to be up comprehending Kierkegaard, but the great phrase "to will one thing" is on my mind.    So I'm reading the online version of Purity of Heart is to Will One Thing, and am stopped at the 2nd chapter.   Kierkegaard says remorse always comes …

My Favorite Time of Year

It was 1984 when we first came to Seattle, and it was late September when I started wandering Mercer Street up to the Seattle Repertory Theatre. I was astonished by the maple leaves in their various colors, even bringing home a bag full of leaves one day to try and create some artistic display for …