conjectural navel gazing; jesus in lint form

As the fog rolls down the hill and out onto the water again, the sky reveals itself to be blue and inviting. My eyes are lifted up to the hills, up to the sky, and though I don't worship "a sky God"...

How lovely is Thy dwelling-place, O Lord of hosts, to me. My soul is longing and fainting the courts of the Lord to see. My heart and flesh, they are singing for joy to the living God. How lovely is...

There isn't enough internet for me to write my gratitude list. Thanks to all. Thanks to the Divine One in Three. Blessings to all. Blessings to the Divine One in Three.

It has been a very full week or so for me. I was the guest lecturer in a class on Monday evening at ABSW. We talked about music, liturgy, and how the shape of the liturgy shapes us as believers. Good...

When does the brain get a break? This is my question. I awoke this morning to the noise of my own brain figuring out the outline for my new paper for my Liturgical Methods Proseminar. Oh. No.

DULCE ET DECORUM EST Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs And towards our distant...