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