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Category Archives: musings
Lent and the Incarnation: Our Bodies, Ourselves
We who call ourselves Anglican are often labeled incarnationalists. With our Creator, we believe that what he made is good and acknowledge on Ash Wednesday, “You hate nothing you have made.” With Gerard Manley Hopkins, we exult that “the world … Continue reading
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Tagged fast, grace, Incarnation, Jesus, Lent, religion, sacrifice, sin
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The Artist’s Left-Brained Creative Sister
These are some of my dirty secrets: I won first place in the Arizona state spelling bee in 1967, and I got a prize (not first) in the state math contest in 1971. My entire freshman year of college, I … Continue reading
Posted in creativity, music, musings, photography, writing
Tagged cemetery, creativity, darkroom, identity, limitation, mot juste
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Extrospection: Globe, Google Maps, and the Wound of Geography
I have studied with depth, breadth, and passion not only the literature, but also the history–both political and intellectual–of the American South. During the most impressionable years of my intellectual formation, I was reading Wilbur J. Cash on The Mind of the … Continue reading
Acedia–In One Image
My initial goal for this post was to discuss acedia in 25 words or less. That opening line (including its ungrammatical modification of a countable noun) was meant as a joke, but it turned out to be not much more laughable than my … Continue reading
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Tagged acedia, cemetery, depression
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Not Exactly Epiphanies
At the age of 36, I decided to get a master’s degree in English. I have elsewhere–well, everywhere, including in the introductory lecture of nearly every class I teach–suggested that I was standing in a bookstore, staring at the American literature selection, when … Continue reading
Posted in books, memories, musings, people
Tagged death, epiphany, Joyce, Weldon Thornton
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Ho-Hum; Or, Whatever Happened to the Capacity for Wonder?
As we were driving home from seeing the movie Genius in Chapel Hill, my husband asked me why people don’t read Thomas Wolfe any more. My snappy retort masked what has been for some time an insidious fear: “Because they can no … Continue reading
My Name Is Vicki, and I Am a Taphophile
1960: My sister, my cousins, and I scrambled into the back of my uncle’s 1948 Ford pick-up and headed with our fathers to the cemetery overlooking the dusty town of Globe, Arizona. We played among the graves while they watered the grass … Continue reading
Forever Becoming: A Meditation
Written at Oakwood Cemetery, Raleigh, 11 Nov. 2009 I was only 36, beginning a second graduate program—clearly, I was far from complete. We who continually reinvent ourselves retain the illusion of eternal becoming far longer than those respectable adults with 2½ … Continue reading
Rites of Passage Part I: A Motley Pentateuch
Spring 1973: As an overachieving, overprotected, overweight college sophomore, I approached the end of the spring semester with the dread of impending loss. In addition to my accustomed success in school that year, I had incrementally begun the process—equally exhilarating and … Continue reading
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Tagged angst, history, journey, mentor, rites of passage, Thomas Wolfe
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The Prison of “I Am”
For a number of years in my late twenties and early thirties, if I didn’t have a long, skinny, brown More cigarette between my lips or fingers, I was nonetheless enveloped in a malodorous, smoky haze that I am sure … Continue reading