I’ve taken quite a long sabbatical from writing regularly on this blog. One post in the past sixteen months has been it. I now intend to return to at least semi-regular, if not regular, contributions to this page.
Much has happened in the past year and a half. Our eldest daughter married a fine man from the Plains. Both are now happily ensconced in the Deep South, surrounded by salt water and palm trees. My wife, Kath, and I visited them a month ago. A great trip. They are well.
Our youngest daughter, happily married for the past two years, has moved with her husband, another son of the Plains, thousands of miles away to new tasks. They, too, are surrounded by palm trees and salt water.
Our vacations will be superb!
Here in northern New York, we recently sold our one hundred and one year-old Victorian farm house and have a smaller apartment close to work. We are content. Our home of fourteen years served us well but, with our two daughters married, it was more house than we needed. So we sold to a fine young family with adorable children.
Candidly, sheer busyness accounts for my writing hiatus, a good bit of it anyways. But more than that, I’ve learned some things over the past year and a half. My reading has increased in breadth and depth. I’ve had the good fortune to be mentored skillfully and have been forced to reevaluate many of my cherished prior commitments about life, human accomplishment and foible, God, reality, and lots of other things.
I hope to share the fine authors and thinkers who’ve helped me grow. They’ve not been easy on me. And won’t be easy on you either. But then again, as a mentor recently admonished me, “Do not be seduced by low-hanging fruit.” What has value must be extricated at cost and time.
Or, as Sara Groves sings on her newest record Floodplain, “Love is a diamond hidden in mountains, covered in danger and dirt.”
Let’s do this. Thanks for reading!