If I could only have one recording of Christmas music, this performance of Vaughan Williams’ Hodie would be it. Christmas for me is Milton in the voice of Janet Baker, and Hardy and Herbert in John Shirley-Quirk’s lugubrious baritone.
[…] in life. For example, apply this to your social media experience during an election cycle. If your feed is like mine, it sounds a lot like this: unison, unison, train wreck, unison, train wreck, […]
[…] east of the Jordan. You shall drink from the brook, and I have commanded the ravens to feed you there.” So he went and did according to the word of the Lord. He went […]
[…] in the barren lake bed of the former Great Salt Lake, but it only grows if we feed it our joy; a chemically induced “algorithm of happiness” is discovered “after years of blackening skies” […]
A family is a thing with edges. The edges can grow, shrink, smooth off, and get spikey and sharp. The changes that happen can be full of joy, sadness, loss, trauma, comfort, or strength. None…
[…] his limbs mummied with bandages to protect the open sores his body spawned like angry mouths to feed. “But your freedom,” Elder Fluger was saying. Sister Whitmore held up her weary hands. “What good […]
By Gloria Gardner Rees & Bob Rees I “Surely some revelation is at hand!”—Wm Butler Yeats, “The Second Coming” “Heavenly Mother’s emergence out of obscurity changes everything. Profoundly.”—Terryl and Fiona Given It is important to say…
[…] to hire from an agency. The helpers have to wash and diaper him and lift him and feed him and give him his pills. He smells like an overripe baby, flesh too sweet and […]
[…] she had experienced with her brother. He eventually killed her only remaining sibling and forced her “to feed the severed pieces” of his body “into a fire” (4). Sottile never forgot the story. She […]
[…] a church of one? I looked, but they did not reveal themselves. I prayed for ravens to feed me but saw only crows. In the silence that followed, darkness gathered and fell. I let […]