our inmost garments

MacDonald has death on his mind. Not death as a process, but death as the proper goal of life. His images are positive, though the realities he names aren’t usually welcome. My comments follow. Read the rest of this entry »
This tantalizing question arose yet again yesterday. Things felt murky, though it was clear ‘something needs to be done.’ But what’s my role? Why am I here? What am I supposed to do now? Or not do? I’m not saying I had all the answers. I didn’t. Read the rest of this entry »