I’ve dabbled in pretty much every writing arena possible, from editing to literary academia to sports journalism, but my varied pursuits always lead me back to what I care most deeply about: the mythic soul-weight of storytelling (ie., fireside words, sticky tales told at Inkling pubs, stuff of pastures, prophecy, and poetry), the embodied world’s commonplace beauty, elusive glimpses of God’s eternal reality, and the intersection between philosophy and ordinary life.

 

Ultimately, I intend to foster a literary page that muses, that wanders and meditates, reflecting on things that, to me, can re-enchant our vision. Literature, classic and obscure. Poetry, words sharpened on attention’s blade. Beauty, that great de-centering of self.

 

I chose the name “Still Points” after T.S. Eliot’s lines in “Burnt Norton” because I wanted to reserve a moment, even a second, for stillness—for thought, curiosity, beauty—amid a world that constantly yells at us to move, go, grow up. But what happens when we slow ourselves, when we live in an orientation of wonder, however childish it may be, because we’re paying attention enough to see the true, good, beautiful things dancing around us?

 

I’d like to live such a life. I’d like to linger, stare awkwardly (as any good writer must), and sit still long enough to be grateful. I hope you’ll join me at the still point.