Sometimes my mother’s passing still lurches me into sudden panic, like catching my shoe on the carpet. I flail. Even after I find my footing again, it takes a moment for my heart to remember that everything is alright and I still know how to walk. The process of going through my mom’s things has… Continue reading How to Split a Journal Twelve Ways: God’s Faithfulness in Death
From my heart to yours,
Life exists in moments we’re dying in between but living – this living –thrives from joy to joy Each joy carries us under its wing safe, protected for awhile from the harsh wind and from circling vultures, biding their time. They know – and we know – we are walking carrion. Our passions wasting –… Continue reading Dying In Between
Storytellers – almost all – when food and drink abound, in loosened tongues and memories long-hidden, long-removed. It births among us belly-laughs and tears that flood deep spaces as we recall unfathomable names and times and places. Every person in this room a sacred mystery of love and loss, of hope and fear – a… Continue reading Storytellers Almost All
One million moments - inkless I've avoided me too long Because I can't avoid you Or anything that's wrong To write it is to understand Or at least to try To speak it is to give it shape To give it breath and life Let it rest between us now Let the broken be Give… Continue reading Inkless
