April 10th, 2014
The door is closed on Dan and his friends. The door is closed on the style, the door is closed on the story. I can’t say exactly how I know this; I only know it is true. It’s similar to the moment when, on a journey, your thoughts suddenly turn inexorably toward home. You can fight it, you can deny it. But you know the heart of the journey is over — you have moved from the excitement of discovery to the wistful anticipation of return. And nothing you can do will change this.
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March 30th, 2014
I was recently going back through my book on the prayer of St. Francis, "Make me an Instrument of your Peace." I was pleased at what I read. I did well in that work, calling forth my better angels in service of a kinder vision of life than I often practice in my daily affairs. And, in the course of rereading, it got me thinking about this new pope who has taken Francis' name. I like this new man, and am drawn to him. It is the first time in a long time that the Catholics have raised up a leader[...]
March 26th, 2014
My wife and I are currently spending a month in Portland (Oregon, not Maine, though I would love to be in Portland, Me, as well). There is an easy grace here, most noticeable in contrast to the almost hysterical frustration that is gripping people during this deep and interminable winter in America's northern and eastern climes. The shoulders come down, the face muscles relax, the hair-trigger anger that comes to the fore when you step out into snow-laced ice and cold miraculously disappears. I am not a believer in the theory that suffering is good for creativity. Suffering, whether deep and personal,[...]