The stupendous oddness of being
I wake up, it’s light, there’s a slight wind slipping through the trees, and above these, is that purity of blue that arrives with a clear morning. ...
Author: stephen t berg
Happy Father’s Day to a reasonably good father
You’re a reasonably good father. Your colossal mistakes are distant, the smaller ones have thinned out, and for sanity, you’ve been able to forgive ...
Every separation is a link – confessions of a trans-theist and the poetics of belief
These days I’m thinking about a metaphor found in the writings of Simone Weil: Two prisoners in adjoining cells are divided by a rock wall. Over what must...
Upon hiking Three Sisters Creek in Canmore
Three Sisters Creek Rocks like flung rosaries,water like sparkling wine,white between willows,and bluebells,and the sun shattering through ...