The short piece below is from What We Hold In Our Hands: a Slow Road Reader. The “friend” it speaks of I had not seen since the early 80s. He was just here, and it was as if we’d had our last conversation over coffee a week ago instead of 25 years ago. I’ll hope to tell you more soon. One summer not long after college, a good friend and I were backpacking through the sunken canyons of the Bankhead Wilderness in Alabama. We …

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It never occurred to me until lately that this odd medium of time has a kind of reverse gear, a peculiar force of gravity, if you will. Growing “up” we look forward to with great anticipation. It promises new opportunities as we become stronger physically, new challenges as we grow smarter intellectually, new perplexities as we grow wiser of spirit. We welcome rites of passage that mark our moving up into new and richer territory. We take control over larger boundaries, shoulder bigger loads …

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