Tag: Beatitudes

Blessed are those who Understand

The sympathy cards have slowed to a trickle. In the beginning it was a deluge. Many of the cards said things like this: Your dad was an amazing man, and I consider myself very lucky to have worked with him. What a class act!… Continue Reading “Blessed are those who Understand”

Blessed are Too and To

The hardest thing about swimming laps is — 1.) Leaving the house.¬†Walking out into the real world is cold. 2.) Getting in the water. If leaving the house is cold, getting into the water is doubly so. Changing in the locker room. Taking a… Continue Reading “Blessed are Too and To”

Blessed are those who Stretch

I once had a pastor who loved to talk about stretching. Not like downward dog yoga stretching, more like standing-on-tiptoes-and-reaching-a-book-off-the-top-shelf stretching. Stretching, as in, moving beyond what you thought was possible. He was generally talking about being uncomfortable in a situation and choosing to… Continue Reading “Blessed are those who Stretch”

Blessed are those with Open Hands

Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night with my hands clenched and guarding my heart. I’m sure it’s stress, but it doesn’t change the little exercise I go through — opening my hands wide and spreading my fingers, willing them to… Continue Reading “Blessed are those with Open Hands”

Blessed are the Nameless

Early in the year I began researching the Alfred Corning Clark Gymnasium, a building in Cooperstown where I spent many happy hours as a youth. In 1986, the new Clark Sports Center, located on the outskirts of town, opened and replaced my beloved gym.… Continue Reading “Blessed are the Nameless”

Blessed are the Laborers

One of my summer projects involves research at one of the research libraries in town. The other day, I told Bud I was going to make a quick stop at the research library. Two hours later, when I realized how much time had passed,… Continue Reading “Blessed are the Laborers”

Blessed are the Kitschy (or Kind)

Blessed are the kitschy whose art is low-brow whose writing is cheesy who can stare at a lava lamp for hours and whose kitchen clock is a cat with a wagging tail and eyes that flit back-and-forth, back-and-forth Blessed are the kitschy for they… Continue Reading “Blessed are the Kitschy (or Kind)”

Blessed are the (un)Jaded

True (and somewhat dull) story about a vegetable peeler: Once day my vegetable peeler fell apart. I was peeling potatoes and it fell apart in my hands mid-peel. The next time I went to the store, I bought a new peeler — a fancier… Continue Reading “Blessed are the (un)Jaded”

Blessed are the Individuals

Blessed are the individuals who have a sense of their own uniqueness the set of gifts and talents peculiar to them and who use those gifts for the good of others for they shall hear the words, “Well done, good and faithful servant. Enter… Continue Reading “Blessed are the Individuals”

Blessed are the Homesick

Blessed are the homesick for they have a home. My father’s music of choice is Scottish — so I hear it all the time. A thread of homesickness runs through their music. The other day, as I listened for 793rd time to John McDermott… Continue Reading “Blessed are the Homesick”