The name of the blog invokes the title of Søren Kierkegaard’s 1844 Philosophiske Smuler (Philosophical Fragments, or Crumbs), one of the first books I read by the Danish theologian/philosopher when studying in Copenhagen in 1998. I imagine my posts here as “fragments” or “crumbs” of reflections on living deeply in this grace-filled, beautiful, broken, and sometimes terrifying world.
One of my ongoing research interests is the meaning of testimony and witness, so the blog is itself a kind of witness to what I’ve been seeing, thinking, and experiencing lately. This is especially the case as I continue to ask how we humans can create lasting and just peace, both in those places whose names we hardly know, and in our own neighborhood.
It’s also a place of public witnessing to my own journey of living into my deep commitments to living in “right relationship” with myself, human and non-human living beings near and far, and the Mystery that holds us all together. Because I’m a theologian and scholar of religion, the ways that I think about these commitments is almost always filtered through those lenses.
I’m choosing to prioritize writing at this moment in my life (it’s currently early 2021) as a way for me to better hear my own voice, and as a practice of healing from severe pre-pandemic professional burnout as I seek ways to being that foster ease, joy, and abundance, rather than struggle, stress, and scarcity. My hope is that words here might over some resonance, interest, or even help for those who are seeking the same. As Adrienne Rich writes in “Transcendental Etude,”
[T]here come times—perhaps this is one of them—
when we have to take ourselves more seriously or die.
Taking myself more seriously means living as if the joyful stuff is just as important and necessary as the hard stuff (which it is). And, I’m a firm believer in the reality of love and the possibility of joy, so in the midst of the uncomfortable, sober, and even painful “crumbs” in this blog are lighter fragments of humor and ease. As my beloved poet, Walt Whitman, famously wrote:
Do I contradict myself?
Very well, then, I contradict myself,
(I am large, I contain multitudes.)
One final word. In the spirit of Whitman, I am declaring myself unapologetic about my overuse of parentheses (lots of life happens in the parenthetical). That will likely be the stuff of a blog post when the time is right.
Thanks for stopping by. Hope to see you on the Journey.