“If we had a keen vision of all ordinary human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow or the squirrel’s heart beat, and we should die of the roar which lies on the other side of silence. As it is, the quickest of us walk about well-wadded with stupidity.” George Eliot Meditations on … More Meditations on Modernity: Part 1 #Poetry #Poem #Modern #Busyness #Race #GeorgeEliot
Advent: December 10 By Vincent H. Anastasi 2022 Sometimes the business of living robs the season of its sacred joy: Time’s teeming expectancy like children counting the days.
Advent: December 3 By Vincent H. Anastasi 2022 Beneath the bustle the ebb and flow of life’s tides the modern worship of wealth and power and things my manger heart cradles peace.
Fall and Mary Oliver today. From a wonderful collection of poetry titled Why I Wake Early. Admittedly, waking early isn’t in my vocabulary, save for the demand my job puts upon me as a high school English teacher. But for sights such as these, I would race the sun out of bed, “[t]o love what … More Mary Oliver Mondays: Snow Geese #Poetry #Geese #Birds #Busyness #Fall #MaryOliver
As I hinted in my last post, I had an unforeseen trip to the optometrist last Wednesday. What I initially thought was a pernicious eyelash playing hide-and-seek beneath my eyelid ended up being a two-day ordeal that led to the removal of a minuscule calcification that had been abrading my cornea. And though I can’t … More Seeing My Way to Rest
I admit that I don’t handle myself nor others well when I’m frustrated, tired, or just haven’t taken some time to feed my soul. I feel guilty, honestly, when I take the time to sit down and write poetry, let alone create these posts, when I have six children, a wife, a job, and many … More Made for Life: Fleeing the Waiting Room of the Soul
At this moment, I am sitting on the back porch of our rental looking out over Lake Chautauqua as the sun sets. (I’ll include a photo at the end of the post.) My dearest love of 25 years sits by my side, quietly reading. WE HAVE ESCAPED! For four days and three nights we have … More Rejecting the Busyness of Life