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It is now almost two decades since I first read The Brothers Karamazov. I began it in Bute Park, sitting under a tree overlooking the river. I remember that it was the Penguin Classics edition translated by David McDuff, and that I couldn’t put it down.
This week I had the joy of taking a group of students to the University of Oxford open day. In a few quiet moments, I had an opportunity to pray at the Oxford Oratory on Woodstock Road
In a November entry of The Genesee Diary, Henri Nouwen reflects on the writing and spirituality of Brother Lawrence
Dorotheus of Gaza, quoted in an entry from Henri Nouwen’s The Genesee Diary
A short passage from this morning’s Office of Readings in the Breviary (Friday, Week 10 of Ordinary Time)
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One of the great lessons of nature: Randomness is the most beautiful thing. Every forest, every field, every place untouched by humans is full of randomness. Nothing lines up, a million different shapes, sprouting seeds burst where the winds — or birds — randomly drop them. Stones strewn by water, ice, gravity, and wind, all acting on their own in their own ways. Things that just stop and stay. Until they move somehow, another day. The way the light falls, the dapples that hit the dirt. The shades of shades of shades of green and gold that work no matter what's behind it. The way the wind carries whatever's light enough for liftoff. The negative space between the leaves. Colliding clouds. The random wave that catches light from the predictable sun. The water's surface like a shuffled blanket. Collect the undergrowth in your hand. Lift it up. Drop it on the ground. It's always beautiful. However it comes together, or however it stays apart, you never look at it and say that doesn't line up or those colors don't work or there's simply too much stuff or I don't know where to look. Nature's out of line. Just right. You too. -Jason
Some naive people make the mistake of thinking you can only do big things while you’re young. But these “late bloomers” showed me this is untrue.
