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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


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


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

Glass Enclosure

It took me almost half a year but I finally finished it – a piano transcription of Bud Powell’s Glass Enclosure. It was such painstaking work that two to four bars would take 40 minutes at which point I’d either be out of time or exhausted. 372 more words

Day 133: "Live Like You Were Dying" - Tim McGraw (2004)

“Someday I hope you get the chance
To live like you were dying
Like tomorrow was a gift
And you’ve got eternity
To think about… 35 more words


Tempus Fugit...

These years have gone by swiftly as if they didn’t care.

Days have passed incredulously as if they were not there.

Yet to feel eternity running through our veins, 60 more words