In which we finally meet L, survive a harrowing few days and breathe a little as the Calvary arrives...
In which an odd holiday season comes and goes and the reality of work is strangely comforting...
A first Christmas, and a sense of déjà vu
In which I reflect on language, and inadvertently become the poster boy for not wearing a jacket
In which I finally get to pause for breath after a manic past few weeks...
In which I somehow end up surviving (in my gilded prison) for a hundred days and counting...
In which the peculiar fragility, and persistence, of hope is exposed
In which the weather turns, and I finally return to reading..
In which two podcasts from very widely different people - an (overly?) exuberant Pentecostal preacher and an Irish poet-theologian remind me of the pow…
In which unexpected time on my hand makes me ponder what the trajectory of humanity is...
In which migrating my contacts between phones reminds me of all the people I'm still holding on to in various ways.
In which a chance encounter reminds me of the privileges and opportunities I've had, and the need to be more present and appreciative...