It’s not how I imagined it. Retirement was to be a time of reading, reflecting and writing punctuated by the normal routines of house keeping and our volunteering at the Wild Animal Sanctuary. All of those things have been going on, but what I did not expect was how the reading would lead me into deeper waters. One book would challenge an assumption or open up new possibilities which then led to another book and then another. I’ve stopped trying to count how many I have in progress. The books are in stacks in my study, primarily to keep from driving my wife, Dorie Ann, totally doolally tup (look it up – it’s in Wikipedia).
The book I am trying to write is like a young, unbroken colt, jumping around in unexpected directions having gone through three different outlines, an introduction that turned out to be a waste of time*, and a first chapter that, like an aggressive virus, keeps dividing into new chapters.
*Robert Capon, in An Offering of Uncles, put the introduction to that book at the end for the excellent reason that he wrote it after the book was finished.
Of course, this means that The Apprentice Priest has been silent for a while. So to keep this blog from tipping into oblivion I’m working on an article on The Subversive Prayer and giving you, my dear friends, some evidence that I’m still above ground, all the vital signs are above the red line and I’ll be posting something a bit more substantial shortly.
The Apprentice Priest 