Currently reading: Stories of the Old South by Ben Forkner 📚
…which means ‘Sent’
Liliana Porter
The Frist Museum here in town is hosting Picasso: Figures, showcasing all of the wonderful (and weird) ways that Picasso portrayed the human form over his career.
Upstairs, visitors can find Man with Axe and Other Stories by Liliana Porter. If you've ever looked at the I Spy books with your kids, it will be right up your alley.
The Porter work was wonderful stuff; these two detail shots really don't do it justice in terms of scale.
Keeping the World in Being
I’m attracted to Cassian’s writings and the work of other early monastics because they reveal parallels between the era of the desert fathers and our own; they, too, lived during a time when the known world was coming unhinged. In 313 CE, when the Roman emperor Constantine declared Christianity the official religion of the Roman Empire, thereby marking the beginning of Christendom, men and women of conscience knew that the wedding of church and state was not a betrothal: it was a betrayal. The early anchorites withdrew from this arranged marriage because they knew that Christendom could no longer sustain their inner lives, that civilization had in fact gone mad. They left the cities and withdrew to the Egyptian desert, where the vastness of their spiritual hunger could be met by an equally vast landscape.
From Keeping the World in Being: Meditations on Longing, by Fred Bahnson. This is a wonderful a piece which resonated deeply with me after this long, eremetical year. I sought the desert fathers frequently in recent months and found, especially in the Conferences and Institutes deep wisdom well-suited to this enclosure-of-circumstance.
Come, let us reason together.
Tonight I teach the contraception and IVF session for RCIA. Should be a good one. We did it last year as a standalone session for the first time since there's so much to cover. The Q&A portion at the end was interesting, to say the least. I anticipate the same tonight.
In this big family, Daft Punk’s music was something that every single person could get behind and feel good about. Random Access Memories is in perennial rotation here and probably will be forever. Thanks for all the great work and good luck in whatever comes next.
Currently reading: Photographically Speaking by David duChemin 📚
I don’t think I’ve heard anything as lovely as the sound of all this snow and ice melting all around me. The gutters sound like it’s pouring down rain.