Friends of the Blind Man at Bethsaida – Mark 8: 22-26

Friends of the Blind Man at Bethsaida – Mark 8: 22-26

by | Writing

Josiah’s been my best friend since birth, or so our mothers say. I don’t remember us crawling in the dust together or toddling among the olive grove as our mothers gathered olives. What I do remember is how he loved trees, climbing them, even when we were so very...
Cross Training for Creativity

Cross Training for Creativity

by | Writing

Any personal trainer will tell you that cross training is good for the body.  If you swim, walk. If you walk, lift weights. If you lift weights, run. If you run, swim. You get the drift. Muscles become familiar with the familiar, even a bit sedated, so switching it up...
This Is About Poetry

This Is About Poetry

by | Writing

  This is about poetry. This is about prose. This is not about equations And this has never been about what’s only black and white. This is about moments captured in cinnamon and cayenne.   This is about what is ancient. This is about what is fresh. This is...
Touching the Hem of His Garment

Touching the Hem of His Garment

by | Spiritual Practices

Desperate. Shunned. Lonely. Long, long, long suffering.  I vacillate between seeking healing one more time and believing that I shall never be healed.  Why try? Why not try? Why try? Why not try?  I’ve been dismissed. I’ve been given hope. I’ve grown sicker, not more...
Psalm 43:3 A Reflection on Sending

Psalm 43:3 A Reflection on Sending

by | Writing

Psalm 43:3 Send forth Your light and Your truth, Let them bring me to Your holy mountain, To the place where You dwell.   O send forth  Your Light  here among darkness that so easily engulfs me. O send forth Your Truth  here among too-easily believed lies. O send...

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