by Seamus Heaney
And some time make the time to drive out west
Into County Clare, along the Flaggy Shore,
In September or October, when the wind
And the light are working off each other
So that the ocean on one side is wildpp Keep Reading …
It’s a word that we encounter in poetry and certain lifestyle magazines, yoga studios and hymnbooks. We hear it spoken in both the weightiest tones and the most joyful inflections.
For many of us, our diaspora from the four walls of religious institutions has meant that we hear of it seldom, and perhaps this silence is needed for time to erase old definitions, making room for the new.
When we do think of this word, it is often with the realization that its meaning has retracted from our driven day-to-day. Yet if we look closely, we find that it still speaks to us in dreams that evaporate with the morning light.
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Football is the last, and I mean the last metaphor I ever dreamt of using to describe the soul-centered life. This is mainly because I never understood, nor cared to understand the game… until I discovered Friday Night Lights on Netflix. I know, I’m late to the party, but I’m making up for lost time by spending so much time with Dillon High that I’ve been rooting for the Panthers in my sleep.
And gosh dang-it, if Coach Taylor doesn’t make the most profound statements during his pre-game pep talks! In episode 12 of season 3, right before the state championship game, he fixes his eyes on his players and says, “Let me ask you just one question. Can you play like champions?”
