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