He crosses the bridge at Selma one last time. A giant once again laid horizontal to the asphalt—once bloodied, now encased with honors. We journey with him across the river, hoping to follow the linage he leaves of loving our enemies and sacrifice—the ever returning catalyst of love.
A historical consciousness opens us to possible action rather than to a passive acceptance of the “way things are”. Philip Sheldrake in Explorations in Christian Spirituality Our world is more and more fractured. A variety of historiographies dot the landscape. Now and then, one narrative threatens to dominate. How shall one choose which framing ofContinue reading “Leaning into the Future through History”
When new art happens you have to come to it. Wynton Marsalis A certain amount of resistance happens when new art erupts, for it questions us. We could dismiss, denounce, or embrace its inquiry. Emerging art cares not for dismissals and denouncements. It is often too busy for such triviality. Hardening ourselves is our loss.Continue reading “Teachable”
Something soiled, something broken, something torn, in selflessness healed, mended, restored. While creation is rightly heralded, maintenance requires commitment and love and is often underplayed and forgotten. Devouring only the new hollows our soul from the outside in, returning to the old to make new refreshes even the weariest love.
Metropolises began as necropolises. Serres in Hominescence Cities like showing off their gloss, but what makes a city work is less glistening at first glance. Underneath it runs the miles of tunnels for trains, sewerage, water, roads, electricity, gas, and more. All that infrastructure shows up as hidden references to those who have gifted theContinue reading “Metropolises”