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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...
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...
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