Settling In with the Quiet Sounds
Items continue to pile up on my desk and in my mind. I recently went to TJ Maxx to see if I could find a suitable inbox, but there was nothing that would hold my entire studio. Of course, the…
Circulation
The roundness of tonight’s moonadded depth to her wordsprinted on the old newspaperthat happened to find its wayinto my hands. She is a former colleaguewho might have been a friendif our paths had crossedat a different pointin the cycle of…
This Milky Way of Souls
I have been reading The Road to Vatican II by Maureen Sullivan, OP, in two ways these past few weeks. Sister Maureen was one of my professors in college, and I’m glad I went ahead and bought this book, as…
Dark Days
Here we are, just about smack dab in the middle of July, with the heat of the furnace warming the house and rain filling the sky, washing the earth, and muttering steadily in my ears. Growing up, I loved summer.…
Glum
Yesterday, after Andi died, I changed the background image on my computer to the one seen here. I love that shot of her, with those beautiful, soulful eyes, but I wasn’t quite ready when I woke my computer this morning,…
One Traveler
Perhaps these words from Bishop Kenneth Untener (as shared by Maureen Sullivan, OP) in her book, The Road to Vatican II, are good openers for some thoughts. We accomplish in our lifetime only a tiny fraction of the magnificent enterprise…
A Placeholder
Summer is not my favorite season. The hives here and there on my body sometimes threaten my sanity. Arms, torso, neck, legs: one or two here, seven or eight there. Why have they appeared? Why do they stick around and…
Obstacle Course
How many roadblocks in my life were set up by me? It’s easy to blame friends, family (especially, family), institutions, God, just about anyone and everyone, except the person gazing back from the glass. Easy, though, seldom leads anywhere worthwhile.…
What Are You Saying?
This seems like a strange choice for a simile: “… as welcomed as child sacrifice.” I came across it in a book I’m reading, and it gets thoughts swimming in my head, thoughts like, Who thinks this way? You want to…
The Making of Meaning
How do I look at the world now? Art? Photography? Literature? Faith? Don’t even get me started on the lies people in power tell and have always told, simply to control us so that they remain in power. I no…
A Speck of Light
I still look at my old stuff, hoping to find a glittering speck that lights the way to something new. This morning, I pulled out the second post from Collecting Thoughts Press and remembered that I once wrote about a…
Recognizing Limits
Leo Tostoy believed that all history is essentially false. How is it that two people can witness the same accident and give conflicting testimonies only a few minutes after it happens, with both witnesses convinced they are sharing accurate information?…
