by Holly Mohr Today is an exhaustion day. It’s a day when I do what needs to be done with as much equanimity as I can muster, in part because that’s who I want to be, and in part because conflict takes hella energy, and man, today I just don’t have that to spare. It’sContinue reading “The Brood: Kairos, Chronos, and Whoa, I Need Sleep”
by Holly Mohr Eighty-somethings are some of my new favorite people. Almost every time I meet someone new who is really excited about life, has a deeply wise perspective and a mischievous glint in their eyes, I learn they’re in their eighties. These eighty-year-olds I know, they write subversive theology, participate in social justice groups,Continue reading “The Brood: The “Childishness” of the Eighty-somethings (#lifegoals)”
The moment I lit the tree, her whole demeanor changed. “Why, that makes a world of difference!” she exclaimed, her voice clear and strong, delighted for one bright moment before she disappeared into memory again.
by Holly Mohr I’m always a little leery of wishing anyone a “Happy New Year” with too, too much excitement, as though we know this year will be better than the last one. The reigning “New Year’s narrative” encourages us to throw last year away, as quickly and thoroughly as possible, as though there isContinue reading “The Brood: Happy New Year (Really)!”
by Holly Mohr My dad’s face showed up in my dreams, off an on, a couple nights ago. He would just pop in, smiling, then pop back out. It was the earnest smile of my much younger years, the smile he had for me when I was three or four and he was getting readyContinue reading “The Brood: Christmas Edition”
My conscious mind never stops running scenarios, trying to use this relatively peaceful time to somehow get ahead of any incoming disaster. I organize and re-organize the house. I make plans for how to earn more, to save more money. When I can’t stay on my feet a moment longer, I restlessly read the news, trying to identify where the next threat is coming from. Even my worries about sleep are part of this…I worry that when the shit goes down again (and how could it not?), I won’t have enough energy, enough focus, enough health to take care of the people I love.
by Holly Mohr I came across a James Martin article recently. He was talking about what it means for Christians to celebrate Christmas. In it, he named three main ways Christians observe Christ’s coming. The first and most obvious, of course, is the historical commemoration of Jesus’s birth into the world two thousand years ago.Continue reading “The Brood: On Hope, and Advent, and (Possible) Peace on Earth”
In terms of career goals, in the words of Lloyd Dobler (imaginary boyfriend of all sensitive children born between 1976 and 1984), “I don’t want to sell anything, buy anything, or process anything as a career. I don’t want to sell anything bought or processed, or buy anything sold or processed, or process anything sold, bought, or processed, or repair anything sold, bought, or processed. You know, as a career, I don’t want to do that.”
by Holly Mohr Thanksgiving has never been my absolute favorite, but I’ve been working on rehabilitating it. It’s just not quite my style, on lots of levels. Listen, I love the idea of setting aside intentional time for gratitude, for sharing abundance. I even love the idea of celebrating harvest and the cycles of theContinue reading “The Brood: To Give and to Receive (A Reflection on Thanksgiving)”
by Holly Mohr “We are heading toward climate hell, even as we continue to keep our foot on the accelerator,” the NPR reporter flatly intoned, just as I headed into the Armstrong Tunnel, a space that heightens my anxiety even on a normal day. I’d been taking a break from NPR for several weeks, maybeContinue reading “The Brood: Detachment or Despair? A Meditation on Election Day”