This past week had more life than time in it.
I just wanted to stop for a minute to say I’m alive and planning to get back to writing after Memorial Day. There is much to say. This weekend I’m in Memphis for my nephew’s graduation. More later.
Peace,
Milton
Packing up a house is an archaeological expedition through the layers of a life in one place, not only because of the collections of things that have to be sorted and assigned a destination, but also because of the stories that get unearthed. One that came to the surface is a favorite from my days…
You say you see no hope, you say you see no reason We should dream that the world would ever change You’re saying love is foolish to believe ‘Cause there’ll always be some crazy with an Army or a Knife To wake you from your day dream, put the fear back in your life… Look,…
We left Sarria this morning with out much sense of where we were going. Yes, we had a map. Yes, we knew our destination was Portomarin. But neither offered a reference point that connected to our lives beyond we were setting out on the first leg of our journey on the Camino de Santiago. We…
Though it may come as a surprise to many who know me, I am an amazingly average athlete. I appreciate sports as metaphor as much as anything else, which is probably why I am such a big baseball fan: there is lots of room for stories in between pitches. Growing up in Africa, however, I…
Ginger and I spent the afternoon at the Marshfield Fair yesterday. For over a hundred and fifty years, Marshfield has been the town on the South Shore that hosts a fair with everything from lambs to lionhead bunnies and ferris wheels to fried dough. Something about the fair makes me hungry. My afternoon could easily…
My Pentecost sermon. Thanks for reading. __________________________ One of the challenges of standing up here every week is trying to communicate clearly. Actually, that’s true even when I’m not standing in the pulpit. Almost any time we communicate with each other we run the risk of being misunderstood. Our words are an essential and valuable…
Enjoy the town of Elvis. If you have time, be sure to check out Corky’s Barbaque. Good stuff.
Blessings to you. And the nephew.
More life than time in it — amen.
Just wrote my 1st post in nearly a month. Wife and baby-to-be are fine (go read the rest if you have time).
And May was to be my novel-writing month; instead I wrote a book on hurricane evacuation!