Do We Need a Keats Ode Right About Now?

I think we do. “Ode to Autumn” by John Keats Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,   Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;Conspiring with him how to load and bless   With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,   And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;      To swell the gourd, and plumpContinue reading “Do We Need a Keats Ode Right About Now?”

Solace in the Scary Part

When I was little, I wasn’t allowed to watch the “Night on Bald Mountain” portion of Fantasia. It had everything to do with my own anxious tendencies as a child and not because my parents were uptight about the holiday. Actually, my parents’ embrace of Halloween deviated from the cultural norms of the religious communityContinue reading “Solace in the Scary Part”

Remembering My Sweet, Brave Friend

Hymns have words when we don’t, and I’ve been living in these words lately: Come, ye disconsolate, where’er ye languish;Come to the mercy seat, fervently kneel;Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish;Earth has no sorrow that heav’n cannot heal. Joy of the desolate, light of the straying,Hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure,HereContinue reading “Remembering My Sweet, Brave Friend”