Select Page

 

Blog

 

 

 

A New Place

A New Place

I found a spot all to myself. To be alone. All by myself. A place to listen to the water against the rocks, where overhead, gulls fly at ease with the wind. A place to myself. To be quiet. A place to hear the Voice of the Wind speaking the Words that for too long my...
Sweet Memory Sweet Harmony

Sweet Memory Sweet Harmony

She told me it sounded like sand pouring out. There was a crunching noise, a piercing pain, then the sound of sand. Pouring. Out. As if all that had been broken was spilling out. It happened on the first of my mother’s last seven days on earth. And now I wonder,...
Morning Offering

Morning Offering

Morning’s first song, evening’s final call, winged creatures, colors painted into trees, starkly outlined or mere smudges, streaks of sapphire, orange bursts of breasts. Their songs, symphonic reeds, trills waking us at daybreak, our 5:00 a.m. alarm. Or...
Rainy Windy Day

Rainy Windy Day

I open my eyes and wonder what words await while the sound of raindrops landing on the porch bannister become more apparent. The open umbrella left to dry billows like a chest taking in air. I inhale, exhaling as the truck idling beside the sidewalk out front pulls...
Thorns

Thorns

How completely stupid is despair. It doesn’t understand nor learn and it has no desire to. What boring company I sometimes keep. But it’s the one who does understand and has learned that it was in despair’s midst, resurrection lifted its head. What one may regard as...
When a Tree Falls, I Pay Attention

When a Tree Falls, I Pay Attention

I discovered trees lying chaotically covering the sloops surrounding the bike path on our Holy Saturday afternoon walk to the lake last weekend. I thought maybe the trees had been struck by lightening. One in particular caught my eye, its remaining trunk and torso...
A Somewhat Tattered Leader Discovers New Life

A Somewhat Tattered Leader Discovers New Life

Desolation and isolation close in on me. I wake every hour through the night, and wake in the morning wondering if God wants me to engage in more Zoom meetings. I know He is there when two or more are gathered in His name and crying out to Him. Or is this the time to...
New Territory

New Territory

Look, blossoms and buds! Once dead now bloom, these wild violets and glories of the morning. Trees—shepherds of nature, towers of might—stand watching. Blades of grass—crowds awaiting—step aside. Pictures imprinted, embedded, reflected. These gentle whispers are...
GuiDANCE

GuiDANCE

Distraction. I can only imagine the hopscotch we are playing across the internet. I stop playing. I keep my routine. I begin each day in my corner of the couch, Todd in his. We drink coffee. He reads the papers and keeps me informed. I want summaries of local,...
AbunDANCE

AbunDANCE

They walked on the shoreline of La Saladita and she said she needed a coconut shell to carry the treasures she was collecting. Before she had even finished the sentence, she could feel his eyes roaming the sand. He found one within minutes and smashed it against a...

Pin It on Pinterest

Share This