Okay all, I'm adding another post today, for three (or four, or five) reasons.
First, because I had to make one edit in this week's Waste Land section, as I had inadvertently dropped a paragraph about what the devils heard.
Second, to invite you all to read this week's installment especially, even if you have only glazed over some of the previous ones. I'm kinda happy with how this week has turned out!
And third, to announce the invitation of Cara to our Symposia. I have been sharing poems with her for months, and this week, as you will see, is a fitting time to let her be a part of this.
And while I am at it, four, to re-invite more voices to these pages. I know I have monopolized this year's Symposia, as I jumped at Dan's invitation almost a year ago to do a poem a day thing - I already had something 90% ready to go and could not resist! But please, all, consider following my lead now: it doesn't have to be a poem, and it doesn't have to be daily or weekly, but as they occur: a story, a dream, a sermon to share, a thought, a prayer.
And again, while I think of it, five: this Stillwater Symposia, first devised by Dan, was in proper name and substance very much a product of brother Josh's mind. In the year ahead I will hope to (finally) start sharing excerpts of Josh's journals. I may ask for some help in editing and presenting, but I also hope we can have many voices alongside Josh's in the year to come.
Echoing that voice of thunder: Da!
- Jon
And because some of us are on Facebook, others not, I want to relay Tilo's voice in this phenomenal year, this time speaking about our beloved Cubs:
ReplyDeleteThis one is for you Dad. Bet you're smiling up there seeing all this. We're in!