“Chop wood, it warms you twice” what a layer of lessons right there! Really enjoyed the way you weaved both ideas together here. When you were describing chopping wood, I felt as though I was meditating with you, breathing in and out as you described it. What a photo too!
This is beautiful: "To go to church and contend with the content, is there not a fire stoked in your agreement or disagreement with the words? And from that contention, with the other six of the seven days of the week, can you not find and refine what you believe?"
Never thought about engaging in an activity only to listen to my intuitive reaction and and surface areas of conflict for me to then resolve and reach peace. Great piece, Steven.
What a stunning essay, Steven. The way you hold these two ideas in juxtaposition as we move through the essay is graceful and masterful. Your prose leaps off the page. The detail is phenomenal - the coarse grain, the beer in hand - bravo, my friend!!
This is just beautiful Steven. A captivating weave of what seem to be two completely different domains, joined under your watch. Your sharing of it is a third warming. "Though ages have passed, we still seek to be sharpened."
I'm still reflecting on your intertwined metaphor of chopping wood and church . . . don't quite get it, but it won't leave me, either . . . I guess that means you scored a direct hit
“Chop wood, it warms you twice” what a layer of lessons right there! Really enjoyed the way you weaved both ideas together here. When you were describing chopping wood, I felt as though I was meditating with you, breathing in and out as you described it. What a photo too!
Poetry and truth. This was beautifully written and the sentiment felt.
This is beautiful: "To go to church and contend with the content, is there not a fire stoked in your agreement or disagreement with the words? And from that contention, with the other six of the seven days of the week, can you not find and refine what you believe?"
Never thought about engaging in an activity only to listen to my intuitive reaction and and surface areas of conflict for me to then resolve and reach peace. Great piece, Steven.
What a stunning essay, Steven. The way you hold these two ideas in juxtaposition as we move through the essay is graceful and masterful. Your prose leaps off the page. The detail is phenomenal - the coarse grain, the beer in hand - bravo, my friend!!
Beautiful, Steven! A weaving of church, chopping and mastery.
This is just beautiful Steven. A captivating weave of what seem to be two completely different domains, joined under your watch. Your sharing of it is a third warming. "Though ages have passed, we still seek to be sharpened."
I love splitting wood and find chopping wood a little tedious--which one is church? Lol
perhaps it's a bit of both!
I'm still reflecting on your intertwined metaphor of chopping wood and church . . . don't quite get it, but it won't leave me, either . . . I guess that means you scored a direct hit