Coping In A Shredding World–Not Fast, But Deep

From the current Stanford Magazine: Jo Boaler, mathematician, is a leading voice for a wholly different pedagogy where speed is out, depth is in, and the journey to an answer can be as important as the destination. P.54

That perspective sticks for and with me. Along with David Brooks, who in the NYTIMES, bemoaned the fracturing presence of loneliness isolating people.

And then, from Einstein, completing Joanne Carlson Brown’s e-mails: “In everyone’s life, at some time, our inner fire goes out. It then bursts into flame by an encounter with another human being. We should all be thankful for those people who rekindle the inner spirit.”

The combining of those three considerations came alive for me this afternoon.

I shared some of the shadows—and in some instances literal darkness—I and others are experiencing. No need to detail but the night that at times refuses to yield to the dawning new day. Two “o” words, “ominous” and “onerous.”

To that a clergy colleague who is a fellow seminary graduate, even though we’ve had no contact for over fifty years, wrote me yesterday in following up on an article she posted and I blogged a few days ago, “Mark? Keep writing. It is great value, even medicinal.”

Hey, this friend of five decades ago and now kindled this new day, must have some kind of crystal ball. Okay, I don’t know if such comes in different “kinds,” but in the last 24 hours this has happened:

I sent out a picture of flowering cactus and a buddy wrote, “I smell a sermon in there.” [He’s right!]

Then the following after I invited friends to help with details on an upcoming novel, that is only a title, ‘Rivers Have Tributaries.”

Bob Ball, my Forks guide deluxe, gave me a number of tributaries that can be fished…off from the main rivers we float. That’s perfect to have Tricia and Nathan, along with Caleb, to fish in new spots. Yes, armless folk can fish…just wait!

Catherine Roberts, my buddy at St. David’s, came up with the new novel title…and will be helping to see if we can bring Jessica Cox to Austin to speak. Woohoo!

Joanne Carlson Brown, on her own…ah, such a great friend…did some homework and found a 19th century artist, Sarah Biffen, who paints with her mouth holding the brush—this artist has no arms or legs. Painted a portrait of Queen Victoria. OH, MY!

Art Johnsons, my Saturday morning minister from San Marcos, on his own, researched Sol Duc [the name of a river that will be included in the novel] and sent a fantastic explanation of what the name means and which Tribe it celebrates and the boats they’ve made.

And then the best cowboy buddy I’ve ever had…in fact, the best friend I’ve never met personally, Slim Randles in New Mexico, a fellow writer and fisherman-guy, wrote, “Salmon Slayer [my moniker from him], you’re having too much fun!”

All of that triggered by Boaler and Brooks and Einstein. All three bring truth. Not fast, but deep. I like that. Not so much a river I fish, but hopefully for you, too, a life you live.

Not fast, but deep.



About Mark H Miller

Diane and I live in Leander, Texas. This past June 17, 2015 I celebrated the 49th anniversary of my ordination. We returned to Texas after three years in Washington, during which I served as interim minister in Bellevue/Eastgate and Mercer Island. Am planning to begin a 5th novel that will have my protagonist, Tricia Gleason, serve a year in licensed ministry in Snoqualmie, Washington. The novel, "The Lemon Drop Didn't Melt," will find Tricia wrestling with ministry challenges. None of which more daunting than someone wanting her breathing to stop. All the published novels are available on Amazon and Amazon Kindle under Mark Henry Miller. A primary goal in our return to Texas is to make sure grandchildren get lots of attention--here and in Chicago and Washington, D.C. Traveling is definitely an activity that will not slow down. With that, of course, fishing will happen. To that the t-shirt is apt, "I fish; therefore I am." In addition to novels, the book of Blogs, "Voice Of My Heart," is also available on Amazon.
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1 Response to Coping In A Shredding World–Not Fast, But Deep

  1. Tom Widlits says:

    Yeah. But I get to honor our mothers by feasting on fresh chinook and corn on the cob in 83 degree weather. Love you beyond measure

    Sent from my iPad
    Please excuse brevity
    Tom Widlits

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