they got it wrong

hi. i rarely can say that my thoughts are solid, as i continue to grow, learn & unlearn based on life coming at us superspeedtrainstyle. growing up, my parents took care to let us know we were loved always by showing up. they disciplined us with safety & love in mind. they had special traditions

catalystic flight

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 has

osmosis: prelude to the thrum

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,

if we; even though; i am

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. if

The sticky wonks

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,

the crooked symphony

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 center

i don’t have enough

  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 each

neighbors

  March.31.2014. we are created to be wild. we are created to be soft too. to know that it is okay to ask that stranger in the seat next to us if they are okay & know that they will appreciate our concern. because i have never felt bad about asking someone if they are okay, but

i have HOPE because it was SPOKEN (part one)

how do you explain a special gift of attending a women’s Christian conference & a travel plan that makes you anxious (switching planes & a big Hotlanta airport with an embarrassing story to boot), & the connections from a stranger-turned-friend are placed in just the right timing? & even perhaps, how you sit next to

usually-almost/always

the world can try and tell me what i “should” do. what i “shouldn’t” say or believe. but i am drawn to the light of goodness, i am feeling the warmth of others in this polar h-e-double-hockey-sticks, as opposed to suppressing myself into being what i “should” feel. it is so scary to take risks,