Today is my forty-first birthday, and it feels… well, anti-climactic. There is absolutely nothing significant about turning 41.
Of course, my birthday falling on a weekday probably didn’t help. This morning I just got up, went to work, ate dinner, went to church, and now I type these words sprawled out on my bed.
Having eclipsed most age-related milestones, it would seem the only birthdays that still “mean something” will be when I surpass another decade. Turning 40, or 50, or 60, or 70, or 80… may be a big damn deal, but add a year and it’s suddenly anti-climax.
Continue reading “XLI (reflections upon my 41st year)”
Last week I had lunch with an elder colleague. We ate sandwiches his wife made and talked about planting. He showed me seedlings in his greenhouse. Our conversation passed from horticulture to civilization and back again almost seamlessly, with the occasional digression into college football. “It looks to be a hard growin’ season,” he sighed, … Continue reading Sowing into the whirlwind
The first day of school is looming and I’m sitting out on my porch, watching my two youngest sons beat the hell out of each other. Oh, it’s not serious. They’re laughing and tackling and trying to strangle each other. I think a ball might be involved. It’s a cool gray day in August and … Continue reading Back To School (Never Enough Time)
Wendell Berry makes me cry sometimes… and by “sometimes” I mean: all the time. Every time I find the time to read his words, I curse the fact that I’ve gone so long without reading him.
Continue reading “Practice Resurrection”
Today is my birthday, I have attained 40 years of life in this world. If I survive long enough to be an octogenarian, this year is effectively the mid-point. While I have tip-toed near this precipice for the last few years now (38, 37, 36, 35… etc.) now I look long into the abyss and it peers intently into me.
Continue reading “40 (or XL in Roman numerals)”
Not long ago a writer friend of mine was venting about the anxiety he felt before beginning his next project. He’d had some small measure of success with two previous works and was starting to build a little heat within the publishing world. “Any and all positive encouragement is validating, of course, but it also … Continue reading A Prelude to Working Days
Hmm, some pages have been ripped out… don’t remember doing that. Well, it appears this is my first journal entry in two years. I don’t know where to begin. Maybe I shouldn’t bother. Maybe I should hit Ctrl+A and delete this sorry mess before I even start. Leave well enough alone. Do I dare? I … Continue reading Do I dare disturb the universe?