I might already be disappearing, but I am not dead yet!
Increasingly, I felt like I was in a scene from The Handmaid’s Tale.Increasingly, I felt like I was in a scene from The Handmaid’s Tale.
I need time for reflection, for meditation, maybe even for prayer.
The odds of being struck by lightning in a given year are only around 1 in 500,000—a better chance than winning the lottery, but still not very common.
I spread her ashes under the prettiest raspberry bush.”
I, for one, am much more alarmed about the increase in smoking, vaping, and gratuitous sex and violence in movies and TV series, regardless of ratings.
I figure that, if exercise is good for the body, why not the brain?
It feels like the shot is giving us a time-out rather than a cure. Something impermanent and vague.
Then a colleague of mine, who was pastor of the “quiet” Black church downtown, invited me to attend a service. He said it was quiet because it wasn’t a Holy Roller church; however, it was anything but quiet by UU standards—or even Jewish norms. The choir was magnificent . . . as were the hats the ladies wore.
I watched the inauguration of Joseph Biden on C-Span to avoid the comments of the spin masters and talking heads. I thrilled to the quotes of Abraham Lincoln, Biden’s own soundbite, “Let us end this uncivil war,” and the beautiful poetry of Amanda Gorman, Youth Poet Laureate. Then I heard a guest on Fox News,Continue reading “My Whole Soul Is in It”