The Visitor’s News issue one is in the care of the postal service! I printed extras to cover any subscriptions that arrive in the coming days.
The Visitor’s News issue one is in the care of the postal service! I printed extras to cover any subscriptions that arrive in the coming days.
Murphy Campbell’s album Revenant has been released. I’ve been looking forward to this one—Appalachian folk recorded in Kona church in North Carolina. 🎵
At the diner in Washington, IN, on this Veterans Day morning. There’s an old guy sitting at the bar near the door who is greeting everyone wearing a veteran hat with a “thank you for your service.” Listen, I’m an anti-war bleeding heart from way back, but this is lovely.
Round a corner, then
Broad fields, rust trees, all aglow
In slant autumn sun
The Visitor’s News issue one has been complied and I’ve sent it to the print shop for a test print. Hopefully I’ll be mailing it out this week! I’m going to print extras both to hand out and to send to subscribers who sign up before issue two.
There’s a part of me who reads that earlier post and says, “Oh, come on, it’s just a fire. Don’t be so dramatic.” And, yes, that part of me still speaks up now and then. Poor thing. He just wants approval from all the “smart people”. I’ve had to remind him several times now that our life felt far too thin when we were attending to what the “smart people” had to say.
I’ve just started our first morning fire in the woodstove. The lines below from Jack Baumgartner struck me at the time and have remained with me since.
Downstairs, I start the hot water for coffee, still talking, and waiting, and listening. I stir the coals in the woodstove we heat our home with, remove some ashes and place two mulberry logs on the embers to ignite. This is priestly work and an art near to my heart, maintaining a fire for my family. It is a part of my worship.
I try to live a somewhat slow life but I don’t have anything on these Budget readers. I’ve just received my third paper and I haven’t even finished the first one yet.
Turns out Cybertrucks are like a rock. No, not like that. Like, they sink to the bottom never to be seen again.
Through a series of events this morning, the John Birch Society came to mind. We have a local gas station that (years ago, at least) used to sell their literature. It’s where my dad bought a bumper sticker that read “Get US out of the UN.” Funny that anyone ever saw the UN as a threat.