My NameBy Brian Ernest Brown what’s in a name it’s certainly a beginning and yet also an end born with a name full of hope, chained to a foisted definition at another time eulogized on granite in a field full of the same, just a name it’s a package of…
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Reflections, Musings & Meanderings
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Coming Out
“Coming Out” is a loaded phrase. It’s wrapped in innuendo, cultural baggage, and no small amount of expectation, but now that I have your attention… In some ways, what I’m about to say has been a long time coming. In other ways, it feels anticlimactic, because most of you already…
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Harvest Home
Autumn is falling on the Ozark Mountains, the leaves are changing and the air is crisp in the mornings and cool in the evenings. The last of the harvest season is upon us. The pumpkin patches are full and soon the Great Pumpkin will arise from the Pumpkin Patch, or…
Poetry, Prose & Prayer
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Inevitable
Like a sunset, some things are inevitable. And too like a sunset, the inevitable may just be as welcomed. Darkness is near and it will be time to rest. It is inevitable.
Poetry, Prose & Prayer
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Masts at Dawn
Masts at Dawn By Robert Penn Warren Past second cock-crow yacht masts in the harbor go slowly white. No light in the east yet, but the stars show a certain fatigue. They withdraw into a new distance, have discovered our unworthiness. It is long since The owl, in the dark…
Dancingbird Gallery & Studio
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Ex Cathedra Studio
On this Feast of the Ascension, I would like to announce the opening of Ex Cathedra Studio in downtown Fayetteville Arkansas. Upon moving to Fayetteville this last summer, I began looking for a space in which to be and to do, whatever I was to be doing or whatever it…
Reflections, Musings & Meanderings
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My Patroness: Saint Melangell
This website/blog is dedicated to Saint Melangell, a long time favored saint of mine. She’s a wonderful wandering Celtic saint that spent her life trying to make a safe place for folks amongst the thorns, thickets, and brier patches of society and of the world. The Legend of Melangell and…
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The Work of St. Martin’s Lent: The Blessing of the Kindling
I awoke to a cold, drizzly, blue, mist-soaked morning here on Bear Mountain, and immediately two thoughts rose up in me. First, we have entered what I’ve long called the “blue time of the year”, not only in terms of how the season settles on the spirit, but in the…
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An Unexpected Visitor on Bear Mountain
An Unexpected Visitor on Bear Mountain Something unusual happened here on Bear Mountain in Eureka Springs, Arkansas. I stepped outside onto the front deck this evening, caught up in the beauty of the late-fall sky. The view from our house looks straight down into thick Ozark woods, nothing but trees…