Weekend 409.0
“When he [Rembrandt] painted The Return of the Prodigal Son, he had lived a life marked by great self-confidence, success, and fame, followed by many painful losses, disappointments, and failures. Continue Reading →
“When he [Rembrandt] painted The Return of the Prodigal Son, he had lived a life marked by great self-confidence, success, and fame, followed by many painful losses, disappointments, and failures. Continue Reading →
“Our compartmentalized world, and the sterile values in it, are as the daily winter darkness compared to the long sweet late-day sunshine of spring shining in the windows of a Continue Reading →
A placeholder for all the stuff cluttering my mind and desk over this holiday sabbatical. “Taming the heart requires a sense of place. It roots not just the mind to Continue Reading →
“It towers above the polis like Notre Dame in Paris, but it is not a church building with a spire, cross or bells. Its architecture is monumental, evidently holding thousands Continue Reading →
“As I looked at the glow, which I mistakenly thought had spatial boundaries, I was transported into an endless glossy sea with low clouds of gold on the horizon. Azure Continue Reading →
“Particularly when I am worn out by the upsets of the world, I cast myself without reservation on the love of those who are especially close to me.” – St. Continue Reading →
Day 5 After a proper English breakfast in the clubhouse we departed for the Crystal Caves in Hamilton Parish. The caves were discovered in 1908 by two boys in search Continue Reading →
“It was a peace that did not depend on houses, or jobs, or places, or times, or external conditions. It was a peace that time and material created situations could Continue Reading →
I don’t know. A wounded ego and a missing eye, I guess.
“For more than a century the charred walls of Orval were at the mercy of the weather and of stone—and treasure seekers.” – Spiritual Heights and Depths, 2011 (1) A Continue Reading →