tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28353717.post7429881233756414243..comments2023-10-30T04:09:45.910-04:00Comments on Letters and Surveys: Ash to Ash Wednesdaybrdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09999205528107936871noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28353717.post-80427187229661670782007-03-01T10:58:00.000-05:002007-03-01T10:58:00.000-05:00I'm so super behind on your blog. Feel free to po...I'm so super behind on your blog. Feel free to post Ash Wednesday; I'd like to re-read it myself. <BR/><BR/>Ash Wednesday passed me by, and I didn't even know til I saw someone with a "weird bruise" at mid-day, then realized it wasn't a bruise at all. The pace of this city is much too fast. I'll have to pencil in (ugh) some lenten time for contemplation and stillness. <BR/><BR/>On the other hand, my hospital-bound thesis play includes a good chunk of reflection on death and mortality. Maybe I've inherited a bit of that . . .The Crabby Hikerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05999098106027408394noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28353717.post-52425998648458975892007-02-27T12:24:00.000-05:002007-02-27T12:24:00.000-05:00Cadh 8, I love your comments and note of clarifica...Cadh 8, I love your comments and note of clarification. Yes, <I><A HREF="http://www.amazon.com/Happy-Death-Penguin-Modern-Classics/dp/0141186585/sr=8-1/qid=1172595756/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/103-4128071-3259061?ie=UTF8&s=books" REL="nofollow">A Happy Death</A></I>, I remember that. Perhaps it bothered dad because the author was an existentialist and he thought people wouldn't understand my interest in that. But, really, would those Christian Missionary Alliance folks have known? I'm thinking no for most of them.<BR/><BR/>Currently, I am trying to force myself to finish Albert's book, <I><A HREF="http://www.amazon.com/Plague-Albert-Camus/dp/0679720219/sr=8-1/qid=1172596470/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/103-4128071-3259061?ie=UTF8&s=books" REL="nofollow">The Plague.</A></I> For some reason I keep trailing off to other books--I'm on a Moroccan literature kick right now best exemplified by a very nice little tome by Laila Lalani entitled (and I love this title) <I><A HREF="http://www.lailalalami.com/blog/" REL="nofollow">Hope and Other Dangerous Pursuits</A></I>. But I digress, too. <BR/><BR/>I hope that I am not just morbid, but that my engagement with death is an engagement with life too and that which makes life meaningful. The existentialist twist in my thinking does not lead me to hopelessness, but to that Kierkegaardian leap of faith over the precipice of uncertainty to the hope of meaning.<BR/><BR/>But let me continue this later on <A HREF="http://sapphirequilt.blogspot.com" REL="nofollow">Sapphire Quilt</A> where I want to comment on your letter to me.<BR/><BR/>Love,<BR/><BR/>BRD/MOMbrdhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09999205528107936871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28353717.post-14786043337405587732007-02-26T21:09:00.000-05:002007-02-26T21:09:00.000-05:00Yes, Sunday is a "free day". Many of my friends lo...Yes, Sunday is a "free day". Many of my friends look forward to the soda they will get to drink and the eating out they will get to do on these days. Our blessings have made us fat and weigh us down at times! <BR/><BR/>Just wanted to comment on your obsession with requims and focus on mourning that you put in this post. I can remember one Sunday night service where you were assigned to the little kids nursery. There is not a lot of action in that room, so you had brought a book with you to fill the time. The book was called "A Happy Death". Dad wouldn't let you bring it in. <BR/>**Note to feminists reading this. When I say "Would not let" I don't mean repression. I mean that there is an understanding in married people's relationships that there are things we do not do because it would hurt the relationship we have with our significant others, not because we are not allowed. Just wanted to clarify.**<BR/><BR/>But I digress. I remember feeling so strange that it could be offensive to think or contemplate death at church. Maybe there were other problems with the book, but it felt to me that dad didn't want people to know you were sort of morbid, even then. <BR/><BR/>Love you mom, and I look forward to my own growth as I give my first 30 minutes of the day to scripture as my own 40 day commitment.cadh 8https://www.blogger.com/profile/16229405846825667683noreply@blogger.com