Again, I sit down to write after a long day. There are a lot of directions I’d like to go with this. I’d like to write my reflections on the daily mediations I read today, reflecting on God’s self-disclosure to us as a lover reveals himself to his beloved. The idea of scripture as God’s love letter to us.

I think about this, as I get in the car, listening to some poetry put to music. I would like to write about the poetry I’m listening to, that I’m reading, and how it fits into my daily life and disciplines. There are a couple blog posts that this could create. In between thoughts about God’s self-disclosure and the poetry I’m reading, I think about the tasks of the day. I’ll spare the details, but it leads back nicely to my thoughts about continuous partial discernment. How does the daily commute, the thoughts about work, the poetry, the daily meditations, and all that I see as I drive each day fit together.

Wednesday is Epiphany. I love that word. It reminds me of Denise Levertov’s poems. I try to find the poem, I think it was “Chekhov on West Heath”, and I stumble across a blog post from ten years ago. Happy Epiphany!

Now, ten years later, I’m waiting for Epiphany. According to the liturgical calendar, it is tomorrow, but I’m thinking about this as a year of epiphanies, a year of living prayerfully, or perhaps a year of praying dangerously, I’m not sure which.