Monday, August 29, 2929

"A Year In My Garden" book available

Click here for a preview!

Click here to learn more and order A Year In My Garden


Flower For The Day 2009

Book by Don Sessions

CLICK HERE to order and learn more!



Flower For The Day 2010


Book by Don Sessions 



Click here to preview book and order now!


The Blog Of Don Sessions 2011

Book by Don Sessions



Click here to preview and order now

Don's 2012 Blog



Click here to preview book and order now!
 

Don's 2013 Blog



Click here to preview book and order now!

Monday, August 8, 2929

Don's 2014 Blog



Click here to preview book and order now!



CURRENT BLOG BELOW:


Wednesday, January 13, 2016

Letter to My UCC Pastor Betsy

Dear Betsy,
I continue to read Marilyn Robinson (Gilead and now Home) and have found it refreshing to look at my theological roots. You asked once Why I go to church. I'm sure my reply was about finding the "peace that passeth all understanding" which dances around a personal need for the sacred - a search for meaning and something as paradoxical as being spiritually solid. 
In "Home", a powerful book about family, religion, race, and above all loneliness, Glory, the 38 year old daughter of her father, a dying minister ruminates about faith:
"Faith for her was habit and family loyalty, a reverence for the Bible which was also literary, admiration for her mother and father. And then that thrilling quiet of which she had never felt any need to speak."
That 'thrilling quiet' seems like the sacredness for which I "go to church". In our current service it is most available in verbal or silent  prayer. I know you will not take it wrong that the church for me needs to be more than a recitation of Social Service accomplishments of which our particular church has an enviable list.
This member needs to have an opportunity to be with God in the service. There is a distinction between "praying" and "praying about". We only get in touch with the presence of God when the voice in our head is silenced. Sometimes this happens.

This probably seems too heavy so I'll end with something I recently received from the church of my childhood. We Congregationalists were brought up to remember our fore-fathers as the Plymouth Rock Boys. This obit piece reminded me of that.

At her death she was the longest-affiliated member of the First Congregational Church of La Grange. Pauline had an extensive collection of thimbles and belonged to the Thimblefools of Northern Illinois. She was an accomplished amateur genealogist, having traced her lineage as well as her husband's back many generations. She was a direct descendant of pilgrims John Alden and Priscilla Mullins and was a member of the Daughters of the American Revolution. 

We have a proud and splendid history and it is amazing to realize that the Pilgrim's descendants are still capable of showing up.
Sincerely,
Don

Wednesday, January 6, 2016

Don's Blog On a Phenomenon related to Experience and Human Relations 1-6

"He reflected that the progressive extension of the field of individual development and experience was regressively
accompanied by a restriction of the converse domain of interindividual relations."
Stephen Dedalus in Night Town
James Joyce, Ulysses



I have been mulling over this quote since 1958 when I wrote a thesis on "The Problem of the Artist in the Works of James Joyce and Thomas Mann". My thesis used the books to show that the more creative that the artists in these works became the harder it was for them to live in the everyday world. This subject is not new and was treated in ancient times in the Icarus Myth. Dedaelus and his son Icarus were imprisoned in the labyrinth by King Minos of crete. Dedaelus created wings for his son so that Icarus could escape. The wings were made of wax and when Icarus flew to close to the sun they melted and he fell fatally into the sea. It is thought  that the labyrinth represents life and escaping it can be fatal but not hopeless as the sea has always represented an accepting mother image.Joyce giving Stephen Dedalus that last name is not accidental. 
Hemingway treats the same theme in The Old Man and the Sea. There are consequences for the old man "going out too far".
Personally I noticed that it was not easy to maintain much of an everyday life during my training when I was working 15+ hour six day weeks (even though I was ecstatic about what I was doing).