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Autumn

Reminded that autumn is officially (meteorologically) here, today is a repost of thoughts from several years ago, even truer today.

I have discovered life in autumn to be more akin to entering the wardrobe of The Lion, The witch and the Wardrobe, than a protected and cozy cocoon. Autumn is a strange and wondrous place of mystery, questions, doubts, adventure and endless possibilities.

Living in autumn is a challenge.Exhilaration and frustration constant companions. Each day is like a sunset at the end of a cloudy day, when the sun breaks through revealing unexpected and startling beauty. The desire to grasp and absorb infinite nuances of color and contrast before darkness invades is overwhelming.

Despite its brevity, sunset transforms my angst and makes impending darkness inconsequential. Assurance of a new day, another sunset, restrains despair. I hold no regrets for my life, but I can say with confidence, I have never felt more alive than now.

STILL ON THE JOURNEY

The problem of social hostility

…the problem of the increased social hostility we are witnessing today is first a moral one, and only subsequently an intellectual problem. That is, if we are not to be self-satisfied, self-righteous partisans, unwilling to entertain the possibility of good in other parties, we must develop a certain kind of character. The avoidance of sectarianism is not first and foremost a matter of intellect. It is a question of character. When you see a thorough-going sectarian who always repeats the party-line, you likely are witnessing a coward (because it takes courage to face the back-fire of cognitive dissonance) who lacks integrity (because it takes truthfulness to acknowledge we may be wrong). 

Lee Camp

A New Old Resolution

“You are going to feel like hell if you never write the stuff that is tugging on the sleeves of your heart — your stories, visions, memories, visions and songs. Your truth, your version of things, your own voice. That is really all you have to offer us. And that’s also why you were born.”
Anne Lamott

I have been blogging for 12-15 years and at various times I have been afflicted with what I have called “blog slog”. That has been my state for the past few months. Actually, like the quote from Anne Lamott predicts: I’ve been feeling like hell and I am resolved to “write the stuff that is tugging on the sleeves of my heart — my stories, visions, memories, visions and songs. M truth, my version of things, my own voice.”

I realize this is ambitious and will require some intentionality. Fortunately, our two month hiatus to Florida provides a perfect opportunity to get my rhythm back.

Blogging has become a digital dinosaur of sorts. Podcasts have emerged as the next best digital communication, along with Utube and other video media. Of 70 +/- blog links on my feed, there are only a dozen or so currently active. Oh well, what would would one expect from a 76 year old dinosaur? I suppose blogging is my equivalence of a flip phone.

In any case, the journey joyfully continues.