Spring is a time for pilgrimages. Along with the insects, shoots, and flowers, we’re waking up. We can leave our solitary heated rooms and travel together to the homes of beloved authors.
If you’re new to the blog and wondering who that Br. Monday guy was from last Monday’s post, I thought I would collect all of his adventures again here. 1. Abba a Word The start of the series with a little primer on the origins of the monastic movement and the Sayings of the Desert … More Who’s Br. Monday
Game designers have to think rhetorically as they plan their projects. They research settings, locations, and time periods for authenticity. They think through who makes up their audience and what kind of tone will be most effective to reach that audience. They take aesthetics and document design seriously. And most importantly, game designers take so … More Let’s Learn with Storium!
Spring is a time for pilgrimages. Along with the insects, shoots, and flowers, we’re waking up. We can leave our solitary heated rooms and travel together to the homes of beloved authors. It is a time, to breathe the same sweet air of past generations, like Gerard Manley Hopkins did: Yet ah! this air I … More Literary Pilgrimage to Andalusia Farm
If we were having coffee, I would invite you out on the balcony. I would say how I’ve never had a December like this. We have the windows open most days and had to turn on the AC on Thanksgiving. Not a proper rainy winter down here in the South. The bonsai doesn’t know what … More Weekend Coffee Share: Stumptown Reminiscing
We had our last Monastic Mondays post last week. I don’t know about you, but I haven’t seen Abba Monday since. I keep meaning to get around to his mountain, but that would mean walking uphill and then just sitting around while he gave me that look and you know how it goes. So I … More The Legend of Abba Monday
We learned about a new mission statement last time on Monastic Mondays, but some of you may be wondering perhaps what Br. Monday’s rejected statement was. Fortunately, I found it crumpled up in the corner of the chapter room after he sulked away. Here it is: “To seek myself and share nothing anywhere.” In case … More The Worst Kind of Monk
Br. Monday has been through a lot since we first met him. That original wide-eyed innocence has been replaced by wide-eyed horror. But we’re all about healing and hope here, so we aren’t giving up on Br. Monday. Here’s a recounting of his healing process from his retreat to the new mission statement. 1. Design Br. … More The Healing of Br. Monday
I’ve been thinking a lot about the importance of place lately. Partially, this is because I feel like an exile in the South. Things are different in Cascadia. We have Fred Meyer instead of Kroger’s. Our summers are properly dry. And we understand the importance of storm drains. But understanding the importance of space is … More On This Holy Mountain
If we were having coffee, it would be simpler this time. I would have the drip ready for us with fresh cardamom pods and meet you out on the deck. If it’s early enough, we might survive the humidity. I would say how I felt coffee culture recede on the migration from Oregon. It seemed … More Weekend Coffee Share: Georgia Edition