On December 8th, I started a new job at Berea College and found out that my office is in the same room as the Danforth Chapel.
Later that afternoon, we had a family-and-doctors Zoom call about my father’s declining health and the need to start having end-of-life discussions.
I don’t believe in signs. But I don’t not-believe in signs.
It’s a bit of a cheat to call this #40DaysOfGoodShit Day 2, since the photos were taken the Monday before Lent, but it’s my second post in the series and there you have it.
We had another call that day, with a hospice team.
I walked into the chapel after the call. There was a break in the clouds outside such that the sun came streaming through one window and not its neighbor.
And the colored light fell on the podium in a way that was almost tangible. Illuminating the air itself. Not quite ghostly but perhaps Holy Ghostly.
I post these, partly to share them with you because it was beautiful, and partly to ask for tips on photo editing. Below you can see an album of the originals of these photos and the retouched versions (as well as an alternate angle which frankly I just don’t love as well). I’ve tried to boost the colors and diminish the brightness a bit to make the light stand out more, like it did in person. It’s not entirely successful at recreating the ethereal effect, but that may just be a limitation of moving from 2 dimensions to 3 (and/or taking photos with my cell phone). But if anyone has ideas of other ways to edit the photos, I’d love to hear them. Actually, they’re all CC-BY-NC; you’re welcome to have at it if you just want to tinker.



I’m sorry to hear about your Father. Those conversations are never easy and I wish you and your family nothing but peace and love in the days to come.
Thanks, Tom.
Keep the fire.
And wow, I am just looking up Berea College, what a fascinating place! I missed this move news, how is the new perch? I guess you had to toss those old joeat_______ handles. And a new state (of mind)?
Thoughts with you for navigating the hard road with your dad.
The new gig is pretty good. The people are great and I’m finally feeling like I’m getting my feet under me. (Right at the time all this comes down – but so it goes.) I’ve been sporadic at best about how I’ve communicated this, so not terribly surprising you missed the news.
And Dad is really proud that this place and I found each other, which means the world right now.