The way out of a tiresome tour bus and onto the pilgrim road is an odd, unpredictable combination of grace and a mind willing to leave preconceived frames at home.
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A Streak of Sadness
“I believe the right books find us at the right time,” a former professor of mine likes to say. It’s true. The right books find us at the right time and they speak to us in the right ways. Some books sit with us for years, bringing wisdom in each new season until they become old friends. Some books wait on our shelves until we finally notice them, which always turns out to be when we need them most. Other books strike like lightning.
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“A Longer Ladder Yet to Climb:” De-creating the Self in Dante’s Inferno
What if the biggest obstacle that stood between you and who you were made to be was…yourself?
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Chess, Jazz, and Renga
Each of these artists were working with an understanding that almost everything improvisational is ephemeral. Little lasts. Most is lost.
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The Perilous Joy of Book-Lending
Like reading itself, book-lending ought to be demanding: it is a way of life fraught with danger and vulnerability. At its best, giving others books – to borrow, that is – can be a heroic act of trust and love.
