Once upon a time, there were two sisters. No, not the two step-sisters from Cinderella, although I can guess that for some of you, that’s who came to mind. Or, perhaps, if you’re like me, you thought of Austen’s Lizzy and Jane. Those sisters would be a most amiable topic to dwell on for a […]
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This silence, this moment… Brings what you need. – Rumi (Persian poet, 13th century)
I recently came across a website featuring paintings by an undergraduate college professor of mine. No, I wasn’t an art major and he didn’t teach me painting—at least, not the kind of art one creates on a canvas. He was one of my tutors at St. John’s College in Annapolis, Maryland, where I earned a
My youngest child, just nearing his seventh birthday, has begun writing what I like to think of as love letters. He is not an accomplished reader or writer. He is all boy – far more interested in sword fighting than in wrestling with letters which currently signify, to him, little that is particularly interesting. Yet
Ilúvatar said again: “Behold your music! This is your minstrelsy; and each of you shall find contained herein, amid the design that I set before you, all those things which it may seem that he himself devised or added.” The Silmarillion, by J.R.R. Tolkien I have a vivid memory of rocking my baby to sleep
“Every word–even every idle word–will be accounted for at the day of judgment, because the word itself has the power to bring judgment. It is of the nature of the word to reveal itself and to incarnate itself–to assume material form. Its judgment is therefore an intellectual, but also a material judgment. The habit, very
