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               There is never enough time for everything, even when time is all you have; so make time for what you can.  Prioritize as you see.                There’s much to do, but first I breathe.  I look, assess—how to be most efficient—and then I waste time.                 I waste time in the garden, as some […]

June 29, 2025:                We are still behind in the fields.  I worked late.  I will start early, but before I do, missing Mass, I want to read what it is that will be spoken in Mass I miss.                 It is a confusing time in the Church.  I don’t mean that in some soul-searching, […]

        I stop at Walmart on return from the field.  I buy fish and laundry detergent.  We are out of both.           Home, I sit on the porch as a storm rolls in: flashes of lightning and thunder to north where I know tractor and planter rest, dead and idle in the field.  I’m […]

        I didn’t get stuck in mud on a hillside—though I nearly did three times.  I nearly ran out of gas—before the funeral time—but fuel was delivered to the field.         And so I ran.           I did not go the funeral where I knew that I should be.     […]

        It doesn’t look like I’ll make it to the funeral.  I’m not sure how I feel about it—or maybe I do but don’t like what it says.         I know the fields are running.  I know that we’re behind.  But what are a couple hours with respect to a life in full?     […]

        Busy work.         I resent it with my life—because that is the cost.  Be purposeful, work purposeful.  If there is no purpose to the labor beyond staying on a clock, or killing time—go live life.  You don’t get it back, and there is nothing good for the soul in wasting time and life […]

               My grandfather turns ninety-two today.  We have him over for dinner.  He always says, in his age, he doesn’t much anymore.  Maybe that’s something one comes to say when one doesn’t eat as they once did; when one’s company, life-partner—and cook—are passed and meals are made more plain and common and mostly for one’s […]

        My mind is tired.  I sit on the porch in the evening time.  Thoughts don’t form.  Nothing clears.  Nothing focuses.           Sometimes,  this too is prayer—when without words or thought, we quiet enough to finally listen.         And so I do.         Miracle.         Through wall, my son plays […]