Love the Liminal
Liminal games are where you build momentum, where habits form, where mindsets are made.
Who Did We Think We Were?
When the new soles arrived I unboxed, unlaced, and tried them on. I took a few steps and looked in the mirror. Something was off.
How’s My Driving?
When you see a rental moving truck on the road, pass it like your life depends on it. Because your life probably depends on it.
Superlative Syndrome
So I let baby calves with rough tongues suck on my fingers. I stopped caring about whether or not I was getting dust on my white shorts or cow manure on my shoes.
More Tracks Than Necessary
I try to understand things. People, ideas, life. I enjoy listening and learning and knowing, and especially knowing about people.
Roots
The years after college are, from what I’ve seen, uprooted ones. College is a liminal space, to be sure, but after graduation, defining one’s place can be even harder.
Raised by Grace in Athol, ID
This reunion I had only one such conversation with my grandma, but it impressed me even more deeply. She shared with me the story of her faith, which is also the story of her life,
Witnessing and Keeping Track
Our memories mark everything we touch because we filter our new experiences through our old. However, unlike a fingerprint, our memories are more easily changed.
Kveikur’s Allure
Sigur Rós instantiates Walter Pater’s conviction that “All art constantly aspires towards the condition of music.” Short and sweet, but that’s what I think it all boils down to.
The Birds of the Air
Home is a sense of belonging and inclusion, but it’s also a sense of boundaries. There must be things that are not-home.
