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.
“A monastery built to last a thousand years.” Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful. Thanks, @JohnBrady
Really great video from the Rabbit Room on Malcolm Guite and the making of his Arthuriad. I’m looking forward to starting the books soon.
I love Om. I love Om’s “Cremation Ghat I.” I hate it that I think of Michael Scott’s booze cruise dance every time I hear it. 🎵
Laid two excellent letters into The Visitor’s News issue one template last night. My goal for issue one was at least five letters to fill up the 8 page booklet format and I think that’ll happen.
Over the weekend, The Visitor’s News got its first subscription arriving via the PO box. This one was a friend of a friend, and so a pleasant surprise.