Photo by Kelly on Pexels.com One of the many reasons I've never regretting marrying young is that we've always allowed each other space to be our own person. Kahlil Gibran writes, "Let there be spaces in your togetherness," emphasizing that codependency is not a healthy foundation. One of the ways we've allowed each other spaces [...]
Photo by Tima Miroshnichenko on Pexels.com I hate what organized religion does to people. I hate how people turn into spineless puppets to defend a man-made system and lose their love of other individuals. I hate how individuals become objects to manipulate and control. I hate how organized religion lays heavy burdens on already sagging [...]
"Lately I've been going through changes / I've been doing a little light rearranging. Blew up my whole life, I'm not complaining / Just thought I'd start with some honesty." Ben Rector, "Daughter" I was going to be silent on this topic and let my life speak for itself. However, at my friend Toccora's urging, [...]
It's all a becoming, a not arrived yet. This glory-quest life is transit and trajectory. How then to stretch, a trembling filament, between one adhered branch and the intended other, extended, intending to connect and spin that cocoon. Faith cultures are complex. Shoot, faith is complex. But simple. Yet multi-faceted. And greater than ourselves and [...]
With dirt still under my nails from flower planting, I drenched the new perennials with the hose. Reeling it up, I laughed at my puppy playing with the receding coil and thought, “Anthony wouldn’t let him get away with that.” The hose caught on the boxwood bush, then the drain spout. I tossed the tangled [...]
Photo by Arina Krasnikova on Pexels.com Small and fragile, I desire / Protection from external forces which batter / Winds seen and unseen, all of them felt / Chill seeps in my bones / Blood tinges with ice / Thoughts sludge to a crawl / Hibernation As every bird seeks a nest / I seek [...]
The devil was beyond pleased. Isolate mankind, keep them wrapped in layers of shame, and tell them they are alone in their struggles. It was a favorite recipe, copywritten from Yours Truly, the Father of Lies.
Through time and experience, I’ve learned this: they are not ours to keep. They are butterflies awaiting their final flight. We love them for where they are at, but when the butterfly flies, we cannot contain them.
Photo by Rene Asmussen on Pexels.com The honeymoon is over, the newness has worn off, and life has settled into a comfortable routine. Google photos just showed me that today a year ago, we were sitting in this very living room working on our guest list. Then, we were excitedly engaged, sitting in “his” living room planning for [...]
Since a recent post where I’ve divulged a bit of a childhood accident and the ensuing confusion that resulted, I’ve been thinking of all the unsaid things that could be shared. A writer is hopeful that the readers will be able to fill in the cognitive gaps between what is written and the reader’s level [...]
Tapestry Tales 