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,

beckon to the ivory arch

what will heaven look like? what will be revealed? what songs will envelope our tear free hugs of zeal? when the sun of life is setting, sprinkling grace along each day, when will we remember, that heaven is the only way? when the bluebird song is whispered, when the angels lead our march, when the

what i’m packing, (extra too, j.i.c.)

in case you need to be filled in, please see this to know where i’m going for the next four days. okay, you back? good. i’m packing these, which were cheaper than normal because they are kids’ size – BONUS! 🙂 i’m packing my big girl pants, (& no, that was not a rip on myself,

destination unknown, travel with faith

path::source it is not the time. nor, perhaps the place. but it is stirring. right in the middle of this middle child’s heart. i hear it coming…like the train that we thought was defunct by our house…WHOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. it is more like a fire, than a train i suppose.  although some days when the engine is so

faith

  who do you get your wings from (besides RedBull)? is it your mom? your dog? your God? who is it that sends you the message that when you jump, you will not fall. That everything will be okay and that this will pass, and there will be peace again? there is death. there is