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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...
Oh To Be Useful

Oh To Be Useful

He led me into water that was ankle deep. I was of little use scrambling around trying to show Him of what use I was. So He led me into water that was knee deep. My pace slowed but I used all the power of my strong legs. Pressing my feet against the water’s floor, I...
Sanctuary

Sanctuary

I am getting married but I don’t know to whom. There is no groom. Family members who have passed away are near, and former colleagues I worked with at the NC Botanical Garden. We are inside of the community room at the Totten Center but we are also outside—it was...
Back and Forth

Back and Forth

The chair I sit in this morning is facing the Pacific. It’s the same shape as the chairs on the deck at the cabin where I sat and watched the water. There’s a small table in front of me, as there had been there, a book of poetry and my feet are resting on top of it, a...
Do You Hear?

Do You Hear?

“Did you hear?” Todd asked. “The birds are back.” We were having coffee in the space that has now become our home office. The lines between the two—work and home—have blurred beyond belief and I’m not experienced at this. Two days of working from home, I...
A View from Above

A View from Above

My writing teacher says she likes to know where she is when she reads my words. ‘Where has the writer placed me?’ I think about this before setting my pencil to paper. She is teaching me great things. I am learning. I am eye to eye with the clouds. The wings are...
Seeing Between the Lines

Seeing Between the Lines

I used to draw and paint. I used to sing, I used to play…the piano. Now I work and rest, I worship. I write and when I leave this life I wonder if I will leave everything unfinished. When we are given a certain ability and it is not used, is it removed like the...
Attune Your Imagination

Attune Your Imagination

Tender His thoughts by hearing His voice, He might speak through another to you. It may enter in waves, rushing tides of truth, or in whispers, morning dew’s holy kiss. Broken limbs, these arms carry sorrow yet reach skyward towards Eternity. Listen with your...
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