Sunday, May 18, 2025

And Now for Something Completely Different


After spinning my wheels forever, I've taken the plunge into self-publishing the novel I started writing over twenty years ago. Palmetto Publishing will distribute The Ram in the Thicket: A Novel of Medieval Norwich, in print-on-demand and e-book formats. I'm hoping some independent brick-and-mortar stores might also take it up. 

What does an historical novel have to do with this blog? First of all, it's about people struggling for spiritual integrity in a complex, flawed world; about the triumph of love over dogma; and about the survival of oppressed minorities in the face of abusive power. And there's a thread of homoerotic attachment between two of the supporting characters. (But don't get your hopes up for a steamy sex scene.)

I'm a retired professor of medieval literature. So I'm used to writing books that nobody reads and that don't make any money.  I'll be happy if my story gets into the hands of a few hundred people. I'll be delighted if it reaches more. 

Ahead of the book launch, I've just published the first instalment of my new Substack--Imagining the World of Julian of Norwich. I'll post further pieces there about the story's historical background, along with reflections on the essential role of imagination in all knowledge of the past.

I hope you'll follow this link to my Substack. If you do, please consider leaving a comment there, and please consider subscribing. It's free, and there won't be a quiz.  If you know someone who might also be interested, please share the link.

Thursday, May 15, 2025

Enshrining the Household Gods



Yesterday, our seasonal arrival at the "summer place." There's enormous privilege in having two homes, one in a city I've always loved, and one in a place imbued with its own green magic.

Unpacking takes only an hour or two after our long-habitual transitions. But most important this morning was setting up the garden shrine dedicated to God Knows Who. 


Placing the statue of Ganesh on the grid of a few loose bricks. The stones for the Four Directions. The bronze cross I salvaged from a house that was about to be demolished. The Shiva Lingam. 


God Knows Why I'm paying reverence here to God Knows Who. 


What I do know: when I'm lighting a cone of incense or a cube of camphor in one of the little unglazed clay lamps, I come into a state of integration. When I ring the brass temple bell that a beloved brother gifted to me last summer, my mind, my heart, my cock, my soul all work together in this little act of reverence toward the One Who Hears. I'm whole. I'm present. I'm comforted.


Friday, May 2, 2025

All I Need to Know


It's raining. Slowly and steadily. We need it--it's been a dry two weeks at a time when leaves need water to burgeon. And all I can say is, thank you, God.

Does it depend on what we mean by God? I don't think so. Maybe it depends on Who we mean by God. And the answer that I believe is wired into our souls is, who we mean, is You. That's all I know, and all I need to know.

A You who has a thousand names, but no name comprehends Him/Her/Them. Who is beyond our limited notions of human self. But who envelops us, completely. The Womb of Creation. The Sacred Staff of Life's Longing for Itself. The Luminous Void from which all things arise. If those metaphors speak to you. And if they don't, go out and find the ones that do.