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On How Time Flies

I was just looking at the fact that it’s been about four months since I actually posted anything. I started this blog with the intent of a weekly post at least, but find that due to life that is more difficult than it sounds. 85 more words

Thoughts

30 April 2017

Getting down isn’t a problem;getting up is,especially in the garden where it involves crawling to the nearest support and heaving myself up. K. 97 more words

Mary's question

Mary Oliver’s question keeps returning. “Tell me, what is it you plan to do / with your one wild and precious life?” Like the question from Thomas Merton, “If you want to identify me, ask me not where I live or what I like to eat or how I comb my hair, but ask me what I am living for, in detail, and ask me what I think is keeping me from living fully for the thing I want to live for.” Returning isn’t quite the word; the questions are always hovering, watching, ready to dive on me the moment they sense distractedness or ambivalence or that certain Laodicean lukewarmness that overtakes me occasionally (Rev. 285 more words

Notes

What We Did With a Lost Hour

Yesterday was a slow news day, which was a good a thing because most people were wandering around more slowly than usual after losing an hour of sleep to to the switch from Daylight Savings Time to the most usual Standard Time. 1,033 more words

Culture

No timeline

I keep two collections of random thoughts. First, I have my handwritten journal pages: on mornings when I’m not teaching, I try to write four longhand pages in a Moleskine notebook over my morning cup of tea, and on teaching days, I try to use time between classes to write four pages in one of the slim, softback notebooks I keep in my teaching bag. 642 more words

Life As Lorianne