Wendell Berry: “There are no sacred and unsacred places. There are only sacred and desecrated places.”
I may have cut the biscuits a bit thick.
It’s good to see a squirrel lounging on our picnic table in peace. They’re too busy to lounge for long but I’m glad they can when they want to.
Memories of Jimmy Swaggart
Jimmy Swaggart has died. He was a really big deal in my childhood. I went to one of his crusades in the early eighties with my parents. Mostly I remember being amazed seeing the guy on my television in real life. His end-times preaching scared me. He had a series of broadcasts on that subject which began with an ominous fist-shaped cloud on the screen. One day I saw such a cloud outside the window and flipped out.
Talking head says “apocalyptic beliefs based on biblical prophecy should have no bearing on Middle East policy” and, well, sure, okay, but everyone has an apocalyptic belief nowadays. This is the problem with the supposed “view from nowhere”: it can’t see the nose in front of its face.
Anthem of place: ”Ozark” by Jesse Welles
Jesse Welles’ new song “Ozark” feels particularly lyrically rich. Here’s a sketch of what stood out to me. I was born up on the hill though I am being born still Personal participation in the ongoingness of creation. I was carried down to the river valley on the big bend of the Arkansas Carrying the baby to a special place in the river valley. Presentation of the child to the spirits of place.
A post of mine from three years ago today: “Life within limits”
The penny dropped for me this morning: Indiana removed some wetlands protections a year or so ago. Then I read recently that a huge Amazon data center in northern Indiana is trying to concrete over a wetland on their 1200 acres. Convenient, huh?
Some garden photos from this morning. It’s Limestone Heritage Festival weekend here in town and the heat advisory has ended just in time. The parade always lines up in front of our house. Who doesn’t love a small town parade?
