Practice Resurrection

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.

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40 (or XL in Roman numerals)

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, 3635… etc.) now I look long into the abyss and it peers intently into me.

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