Posts by John Blase

The Color of Holy

Maybe if I lived there and walked’ past it each day and heard its timely bells it would fall into the realm of the familiar, a thing taken then for granted. Maybe. But I’d like to believe otherwise. Standing in the rafters of the Cathedral of Siena at dusk, I simultaneously felt a vertigo in…

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Beginnings

I am just now in the early autumn of my life, the green just now beginning to gray. Exactly seven days ago I sat with one of my oldest friends. We both agreed our give-a-shit is broke. It’s not that we don’t care, for we do, deeply. It’s that our to-care list has been culled.…

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Always With Us

The trouble with physical beauty isn’t with physical beauty. The trouble with physical beauty is with us. Past generations could name it but we’ve grown tongue-tied in our attempts to ensure everyone gets a participation trophy. But consider this. Let’s take, for example, a woman like Princess Kate Middleton. Now is she financially savvy, good…

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I Guess It’s Best To Pause

The ad above the urinal in the Toot’n Totum in Dalhart, Tx read JJ’s fruit pies, 2 for $2. To say there was dissonance in that moment would be understatement, so even though yes, a steal of a deal on fruit pies, no, no thanks. Yet as I drove away bladder happy I wondered if…

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Solstice 2020

That all the world should be vaxxed. The decree rides the winds of this our discontented winter and I find myself thinking of her—Mary—the woman love ruptured that holy horrible night. Dare I pray to you? I was taught there’s no need for an intermediary, but then again what about a friend? The older, worldly…

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Junkyard Advent (Sunday #1)

Today’s Advent reading: …now it is high time to awake out of sleep: for now is our salvation nearer than when we believed. The night is far spent, the day is at hand: let us therefore cast off the works of darkness, and let us put on the armour of light.—Romans 13:11-12 Word of the…

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Daily Reminder

Yesterday the Daily Reminder reminded me that turtles are not inside their shells, they are their shells. The turtle’s shell is not her home, but her skeleton. Her. This truth led me lumbering down the sands of mind reminding me of the line erroneously attributed to Lewis: “You do not have a soul. You are a soul. You have a body.” Upon first hearing it,…

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Vox Clamantis in Suburbia 11/16/2020

The runt Aspen tree in our backyard is almost bare now. The wind and cold have thieved the green and gold away. I say thieved, but that’s my perspective. The runt Aspen would say her leaves were not taken, but given. Nature knows better. My daughter’s Aussiepoo has been our guest this weekend. His name…

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On The Off Chance

The sun hits the frost on my neighbor’s roof revealing a field of jewels instead of shingles. Of course, one must take the time to see such rich scenes, scenes that won’t stay. The same revealing sun is the stealing sun, melting them away once again before I finish my cup of coffee. Bread sings…

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