we talked : mostly about fire and water. but about life. beginning middle end. it was just enough to fill our cups without overflow. although perhaps we did just enough burning to become thirsty again.
sometimes you are going to be planted where you wouldn’t have picked. you have two choices: wither or seek the sun and trust the Creator has you planted where needed, & bloom anyway.
hope may be feathers found wind felt sing songs enjoyed. it could be juicy nectar delights dribbling, drabbling right round. soft cracks in the shell of spring sure to delight. for the bats darling… clear galaxies of catalystic flight. lessons breaking free from passage to raw growth (much anticipated) or cobbled bits after grief hasContinue reading “catalystic flight”
i have found God in the thrum, thrum, thrum of a bass guitar, on the hill of the dry side of a beach, with a band from across the pond, singing through their doubts of faith. it made me weep. He: Creator, God of ALL, Light of Every Being – evaporated goodness from their efforts,Continue reading “osmosis: prelude to the thrum”
if we leave out or exclude, because they aren’t blood. i am thankful to be learning about 100% inclusion. if we shame or scold because they aren’t saved. i am thankful that maybe the peace i receive from my relationship with my Creator could help someone else experience peace too: even if, even though. ifContinue reading “if we; even though; i am”
If your love comes in the form of a pie, bake it. If it comes in the form of a craft, make it. If it comes in a song, or a picture, or a walk along a shore, sing it, snap it, take it. Whatever it is that keeps that love streaming from your soul,Continue reading “The sticky wonks”
That right there is a good looking cup of coffee, right? Thanks sis for the jealousy I feel toward your coffee delight. 🙂 I’d love to further this page, these words within me, and this movement of equal love for all that I feel so strongly about. I don’t have any sponsors on myContinue reading “quietly helping”
each flower is not perfect and yet we do not point out their flaws. and each tree does not grow straight – yet we curl up in their shade not caring their species but just that they give us respite why therefore do we nominate certain people or places or things, to become the centerContinue reading “the crooked symphony”
i don’t ever have enough for all of you. but collectively Someone does. let’s seek out that Someone. let’s put each other in the path of healing and nod approval to our fear-busting chops, that we together can fight this pain. this brokenness. this inertia toward unrest. collectively, WE can be enough for eachContinue reading “i don’t have enough”