Christmas Morn, Mourn, and More’n

“One cannot imagine a world in which there is nothing but language and speech, but one can imagine a world where there is nothing but silence.’ ~Max Picard, The World of Silence, p. 17 It’s early Christmas morn. Silence. Dark throughout the house. Outside the slow crunch of four tires atop the fresh, soft, white … Continue reading Christmas Morn, Mourn, and More’n →

Starting Out

So…I’m venturing into the world of blogging. I am a bit nervous about it, I can tell you. I’m mostly interested here in tossing some initial thoughts out to take the first step or two. To begin, here is a selection from Frank Laubach’s book, Letters by a modern mystic: excerpts from letters written to … Continue reading Starting Out →