A Prayer, Left in a Rose Garden Where Nothing is Blooming: Day Twenty-Nine

This post is part of the Secret Messages Project.  Every day for thirty days, I’ll leave my words in places where they might be found — or might never be found at all.  I hope you’ll join me.  * The other day, while I’m sitting at my desk at work, I write a prayer. When it […]

An Offering, Left in the Amphitheater at Elmwood Park: Day Twenty-Six

This post is part of the Secret Messages Project.  Every day for thirty days, I’ll leave my words in places where they might be found — or might never be found at all.  I hope you’ll join me.  * Yesterday I park my car downtown, on Franklin, and walk toward Elmwood Park, in a sunlit avenue of […]

A Secret Message for a Special Someone, Left on a Rooftop Overlook: Day Twenty-Five

This post is part of the Secret Messages Project.  Every day for thirty days, I’ll leave my words in places where they might be found — or might never be found at all.  I hope you’ll join me.  * If you’ve been reading this blog for awhile, you know I have a conflicted relationship with the […]

A One-Word Invitation, Chalked on an Abandoned Railroad Track: Day Twenty-Two

This post is part of the Secret Messages Project.  Every day for thirty days, I’ll leave my words in places where they might be found — or might never be found at all.  I hope you’ll join me.  * I stumbled over a set of abandoned railroad tracks today — the weeds grown high between the […]

An Invitation to Look Again, Hung on a Tree in the Marsh: Day Twenty-One

This post is part of the Secret Messages Project.  Every day for thirty days, I’ll leave my words in places where they might be found — or might never be found at all.  I hope you’ll join me.  * This is how it happens: I am out shopping, late Sunday afternoon, when I see on the […]

A Call to Speak, Left by a Podium Facing the River: Day Twenty

This post is part of the Secret Messages Project.  Every day for thirty days, I’ll leave my words in places where they might be found — or might never be found at all.  I hope you’ll join me.  * There’s a place in Salem where the trees lean out over the river, casting crisscrossed shadows that […]