planted

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.

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

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 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

joy :: day two :: in the details

oftentimes i am too busy for the details. my brain gets mushed into thinking that everything on the news is the only news. sluggishly moping along like there is no good out there. no sparkle. no triumph. no joy. i wander in and out of a pessimistic haze, unsure of my faith, too much noise,

joy :: day one :: at the table

are we not like the earth? the green easing into the brown? the blue jutting against the reds, the wet rejoicing loudly against the parched? are our souls not like the earth serged together, as a weird, ever-changing topography entrapped with unexplainables & iridescence? we cannot allow the distance of miles or the threat of

yes.

in life there are moments that you will relive over & over again because they are little or big gifts from God. the moment RL asked me to marry him, will be one of them: i said yes.

we are the choir.

  i am called to the broken & lost because they are me;  i, one of them. we together peek under the rock of taboo & discover what it is like to know truth, in all it’s show. to understand why & where & how we can love with even more fever than before we

i will conquer the west

about my fears, i wrote the following, knowing that only by conquering my fears of beginning, will i ever know if i can. the more i wonder, the braver i become. i am not the west. i am the north. i breathe the south. i embrace the east. but the west. it is scary, dry,