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.
Month: July 2016
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, 36, 35… etc.) now I look long into the abyss and it peers intently into me.
A Place To Stand 