Literally, texts “woven together,” interlaced, intertwined, as it were. Another metaphor, culture. Both rounded up to the nearest thousand in the social fabric of meaning, the ethno-looms of sense making.


Let us (keep) praying…

I hate to clog up the internet, but I couldn’t find this related, late-1980s image earlier for insertion into the previous post. So, without any further ado [or as some would wrongly have it…/without any further adieu/]:

celebration of forgiveness

Let us pray…

The house across the street is undergoing some renovations, and little by little they’re hauling away what they’re replacing. From my seat at the breakfast table, horizons spanning a quarter of a century are fused per omnia saecula saeculorum. Amen.