I hung old album covers on the wall of my new bedroom. Ignore the lamps.

My life has undergone many changes in the past few years. Some of them exciting, some of them hard and painful, all of them transformative. During this time, there was a season when I lost my appetites. I wasn’t hungry for work or play or relationships. I was just empty.

One of the casualties of this lost time was my blog. I went months without posting. I had nothing to say, and even less desire to say it. As my appetites slowly began to return, I wanted to be a blogger again. I tried a few posts, but I just couldn’t find the desire.

But I learned some things in other parts of my life that I’m hoping will matter here. New space was important. Turning points for me came when I moved into a different office and a different apartment. Putting my life back in place came as I put my stuff in new places, arranged my life again. The decisions on where to hang my pictures, arrange my books, keep the tupperware helped me feel possibility again. I’m hoping that a new location for a blog might do the same. I needed some pages that hadn’t been claimed by a past, that carried fewer expectations. I needed some new pages.

I’ll write here what I always write about: theology, culture, music. Most of my ideas here will be fragments, snippets of insight, a little imaginative kindling to see if something might catch and turn into something more. I will likely bring some stuff from the old place. Pieces I want to keep in my new space to keep the new place from seeming so bare.

I am aware that even though no one knows this place exists yet, I am writing with an audience in mind. Readers. Partners. Friends. Hope you like my new place.