My mother received her heavenly crown in March 2020. This year, Dad was moved to a care facility and recently to hospice. Their house sold last week. They purchased several years ago after Dad retired from decades of serving in the ministry. It was the first house they owned. I reflected recently on my lack … More There was no childhood in that house for me
that thing of love, the nestwhere treasures cherished mostare held in pillowed comfort withina gauzy, delicate womb; a placewhere life grows, at least in dreaming we press each memory and why-was-it-not-a-memory andmemories wished in a dim horizoninto the soft folds of flesh and spiritheld together by threads with muffled beats we long to draw from … More that precious thing of love
On March 21, 2020, at the start of the COVID times, the last thing and the thing not to be was one and the same. Such a mundane thing to now have so much meaning. I still have the list. The day Mom’s soul departed for heaven, March 22, will always be memorable, but the … More the list
I tell the story oftenbecause it is my favoriteof how I was not lookinguntil you had me seeing I walked in grayer thoughts thenmucky trail of stunted dreamsthat grabbed at heels for trippingand whetted fears for slipping It was a lesser time whereall I wanted was a lighta lucent path for beingthat led to a … More I was not looking
My pen got caught on the memory of an and and I wasn’t ready his name and… and youand a calendarand a laughand a kissand a praiseand a blessingand a memoryand a hope the and of you hung at the tip of the pen but the and floated up and a sigh and the pen … More And
We like it up hereWhere light touches moreAnd cool breezes play I see you up hereAnd you see me, tooWhat more can I say Let’s pray and let’s pleaThat your feet and mineKeep dancing on top It’s tricky enoughThis tree-top two-stepShuffle, pivot, hop Oh, soft tickling leavesResist soaking rainsAnd strong winds that blow Our toes … More Canopy
What got your attention, the horrible giant spider or the sweet deceased grandmother? The combo is a little off-putting, I suppose. There’s a point. Stick with me. I’ve had two significant recurring dreams that took place in the late ’80s/early ’90s when I was a bit of a discombobulated teen. By the grace of God … More A giant spider and a dead grandmother walk into a brain…
Two thoughts in my head: Seemingly intangible dreams need a tangible plan. Focusing only on the art or only on the science is ineffective; we need to do both…or find a partner who can be the balance Nearing my third week of recovery, my propensity to think has multiplied. I’m thrilled that my mental state … More Lack of progress ≠ lack of desire; change is hard
a tilting of air 