1. v. To hurl oneself headlong on wimpling wing toward brute beauty, as in the manner of G.M. Hopkins’ The Windhover.
2. n. The writing portfolio website of Jerry Windley-Daoust.
A Spirituality of Pruning
Also in this issue: In Other Words: Martha, Martha; Bishop Barron: Breaking Through the Buffered Self · News: Writing News; No Shortage of People in Need; Bike Saga, Part 2 · Postscript: A Midsummer Garden
My Reading List
A person’s bookshelf is another window into their soul. Jerry Windley-Daoust What follows is a (very) partial list of the books I’ve read over the years. While ebooks and online ordering make it easier to track the books I’ve read in the past ten years or so, prior to that I have nothing but my…
I Want to Thank the Kid Who Stole My Bike
A kid stole my bike out of my garage last week. On the upside, while the thief took my bike, he didn’t leave me entirely empty-handed. Over the past few days, I’ve been making an accounting, and here’s what I figure he added to my inventory.
About Those Kids Who Crashed Our Neighborhood Potluck
In this issue: About Those Kids Who Crashed Our Neighborhood Potluck · Bishop Daniel Flores on Guns and Despair · A New Family in Huff House · My Soundtrack This Week
What I Hear When I Go Birding by Ear
In this issue: Birding By Ear · Robin Wall Kimmerer: Science Needs More Wisdom, Not More Data · Why I Was MIA Last Week; CW Website Update · Mourning Doves & Engineers
Looking for Mariwood
In this issue: Maybe the past isn’t as lost to us as we think · The World Needs More Hypocrites (Starting with You) · Killing the Monster · The Bizarre Concrete Vision of Fred Smith