Even though there are some people I have known for an incredibly long time, since I truly began to be me, we have to remember that we each evolve and react and change to our lives, our circumstances. I know some of us are mature enough to give me the space I have needed to journey through important transitions that affected me deeply. I hope I have been as good to them.
I am blessed with some remarkable people I have grown up with, and apart from, only to reconnect later and just be adult women together, trying to make meaning in our lives.
Tonight was a good night out with an old but renewed friend. Happy Birthday to you!
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Elliot's at the Blackburn Tavern
the band What Time is It, Mr. Fox? is fantastic and I'm sad I missed their second set because I was arguing about the nature of human being's definition of truth...bottom line (I think, feel free to disagree)- there is no way there is one answer, one truth.
Humans are too complex and too alarmingly simple for it to be that tidy.
Science, religion, philosophy, ideology they all work together and separately to create this world we move through. The thoroughly constructed world. Even alone in nature we are colored by our insides. Empirical and gospel may mean the same thing to entirely different people.
Humans are too complex and too alarmingly simple for it to be that tidy.
Science, religion, philosophy, ideology they all work together and separately to create this world we move through. The thoroughly constructed world. Even alone in nature we are colored by our insides. Empirical and gospel may mean the same thing to entirely different people.
Friday, August 22, 2008
Reading Howard Zinn...
It forever surprises me, or rather never seems quite real, that so much of history is the story of men with lusts for wealth or power behaving like school yard bullies or drunken idiots.
Monday, August 11, 2008
grokking the website
Uh...I'm not thrilled with the suzanne website yet, not my best writing there because I need to save that to submit to zines, and I haven't had the time truly to research other things to put up yet....I am cursed with being an editor/writer too, the perfectionist in me leaps forward and I forever rewrite instead of laying to rest something perfectly...fine... and moving on to the next thing...
And I've got zero comments on the ole blog here, basically not enough time to devout to an online presence but I will have the winter to do so. I'm on facebook now too, but mostly have been reconnecting to old friends from high school and theology school.
Sometime I feel like the work theologians do as pastoral ministry is some of the most real work there is...take for example a priest giving last rites or performing some other life changing ritual. A person touching the life of another person by helping them get through a tough time...like Sr. Kathleen who was my spiritual direction counselor for over a year. Not that this work is only done by theologians or from a faith based background, like social workers, but it's that personal connections that I think make the world of difference in reality - on an individual basis.
That is what I'd like to acheive with my craft, is to speak in a way that is meaningful to even just one reader - to conjure a response that is direct and personal.
I may have no idea that it ever happened if no one ever told me.
And not to toot my own horn here but the most amazing moments of my writing career were when someone gave me the gift of response.
So my heartfelt thanks to the man who came up to me at the Farragut House poetry slam and told me he thought I should have won...it's just that I was competeing against the co-founder of the Boston Poetry Slam, Michael Brown. (I didn't have a chance really, but it was very nice of him to say so!)
And I've got zero comments on the ole blog here, basically not enough time to devout to an online presence but I will have the winter to do so. I'm on facebook now too, but mostly have been reconnecting to old friends from high school and theology school.
Sometime I feel like the work theologians do as pastoral ministry is some of the most real work there is...take for example a priest giving last rites or performing some other life changing ritual. A person touching the life of another person by helping them get through a tough time...like Sr. Kathleen who was my spiritual direction counselor for over a year. Not that this work is only done by theologians or from a faith based background, like social workers, but it's that personal connections that I think make the world of difference in reality - on an individual basis.
That is what I'd like to acheive with my craft, is to speak in a way that is meaningful to even just one reader - to conjure a response that is direct and personal.
I may have no idea that it ever happened if no one ever told me.
And not to toot my own horn here but the most amazing moments of my writing career were when someone gave me the gift of response.
So my heartfelt thanks to the man who came up to me at the Farragut House poetry slam and told me he thought I should have won...it's just that I was competeing against the co-founder of the Boston Poetry Slam, Michael Brown. (I didn't have a chance really, but it was very nice of him to say so!)
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