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A prayer for sabbath time
My dear friend Barbara Fisher — author of Wallace Stevens: The Intensest Rendezvous and soloist in the early days of the New York City Ballet under George Balanchine, among her many other manifestations — gave me this prayer sometime in the mid-1990s. She wanted to encourage me through a dark time. She typed it on the back…
Hold, please….
You know dishwater that has gone cold and is no longer sudsy, but greasy and gray? That’s how my writing feels right about now. I need a break. I need to fast from my own words. I will return in a couple of weeks. Or three. Maybe four. But I will return. Blessings in the interim —…
Digging for Gold
Vincent was too busy excavating the ruins of his ministerial calling. I’ve been reading the letters of Vincent Van Gogh. Thinking about the courage of the artist to stand against the crowd, and yet remain soft enough to be vulnerable to life, to what is. And I remembered a concert I went to during my freshman…
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