Its Own Confirmation

I started reading Beauty Will Save the World by Gregory Wolfe right after I bought it about five years ago. From the placement of my bookmark, it looks like I abandoned it after chapter seven. Also, the copious underlining ends shortly before chapter eight begins. I pulled it off the shelf this morning after contemplating Dostoevsky’s phrase and doing an…

No Matter

One of the kids has taken Exploring Creation with Biology from me, so I grabbed Exploring Creation with Chemistry by Dr. Jay L. Wile. In the first chapter, I found something that sparked my imagination, because it gives me yet another way of looking at and appreciating the magic of art, especially photography: As far as scientists can tell, light…

Begin Again

Some books hold me back and slow me down—and I’m thankful for that. Two days ago, I started reading (again) How to Read a Poem and Fall in Love with Poetry by Edward Hirsch. I’ve picked up the book many times, but I’ve never read farther than page five (maybe six), and it’s not that the book is bad. Hardly.…

When the Way Seems Shut

Today’s meditation in Magnificat seems especially cogent. It was written by Dom Jean-Charles Nault, O.S.B., Abbot of the Benedictine Abbey of Saint-Wandrille in Normandy, France. In reality, although following Jesus and leaving everything go hand in hand, it is necessary first of all to follow Christ in order to be able to leave everything. Indeed, only to the extent that…

Good All Around Us

Today’s poem in Favorite Poems Old and New (edited by Helen Ferris) is quite lovely: “For a Child” Fannie Stearns Davis Your friends shall be the Tall Wind, The River and the Tree; The Sun that laughs and marches, The Swallows and the Sea. Your prayers shall be the murmur Of grasses in the rain; The song of wildwood thrushes…

Where?

Five days ago, I pulled out Favorite Poems Old and New, edited by Helen Ferris, a book I’ve read from to the kids and one that played a pretty big role in my first 365-day photography project, which consisted of photos inspired by poems. Five days ago, I embarked upon a new photography project inspired by poems, but this one…