Nathan came to David after he sinned and told him a story. It’s a passage of scripture I can rarely get through without tears.
This Is My Story
Story, story, story. The word echoed through my weekend, shaped by various tongues.
Post-Moot
We are post-Hutchmoot again, and I am certain I will have many things to say in the next few days, but I’ll begin with a few quotes.
Catching Up
I have, again, been remiss in posting here, but I do have some recent posts elsewhere. Here’s a bit of a recap: Saturday: Sabbath Wondering what the day between the crucifixion and resurrection sounded like. When I lived in Pennsylvania, my small town had a Chabad- Hasidic Jewish synagogue at the top end of State Street. Newtown was full of […]
Stuck in the Middle
“I took one of those online quizzes to see if I’m left-brained or right-brained,” I said to Debbie over coffee earlier this week. She began chuckling even as I continued my thought: “I’m right in the middle! Practically 50-50!” “I could have told you that,” she said. She laughed a little more, then lowered her voice conspiratorially. “You know it’s […]
The Cry of the Artist
“Through all the world there goes one long cry from the heart of the artist: Give me leave to do my utmost!” –Babette’s Feast *** I came to Babette’s Feast eagerly. I’d seen it years before – multiple times. I’d studied it in a course and given a presentation on it. I’d read the short story by Isak Dinesen (Karen Blixen), perhaps […]
Beauty – in new forms
Beauty has taken on a new definition since I got nieces and nephews. There’s something truly beautiful in the scribbles of a child, drawn just for me. Great art? No. Beautiful, though.