I have a lot on my mind tonight. There are some big changes around the bend for me, and as I stand on the margins of them, it seems right to be quiet for a little while. To think, and let the empty space stretch out its limbs. But that doesn’t mean I don’t have […]
Tag: hope
hopeful words for a dark world {on Easter Sunday} …
Today is Easter Sunday: celebration of new life, forgiveness and light. But. This world can be dark. Dangerous. Brutal. All week long, the violence tearing through this little planet of ours has been weighing heavily on my heart. So today, I thought I’d share a brief snatch of words giving me hope: Courage, friends… […]
A Warm, Dry Resting Place, in Hard Rain …
Two weeks ago, it rains. It rains all day, in a solid sheet: hard rain that hammers the earth, needles it in divots… Water fills ditches. Creeks rise. Rivers rise. This is the first day. * On the second day, it rains harder. Water fills basements, pouring through every crack and […]
When the sky is telling me something …
Today, I’m wishing for you… this: … the sun breaking through … building for you a staircase,a ladder,liftinginto light. Climb up. ❤
Thirty Wishes for my City: Day Thirty
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 don’t know how I came up with the idea; I just know that for me, 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 Question, Left by a Brook in Garst Mill Park: Day Twenty-Four
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 find a new park today — a small one, hugging close to a silver ribbon of […]
A Promise of Warmer Days, Left at the Ballpark: Day Twenty-Three
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. * Today, as I write this, sleet patters my windows, and the cold moves through the house like […]
a promise, left on a park bench in the frost …
…I had it already prepared: the words inked on the shiny green undersides of six acuba leaves, with their brilliant gold speckles. I stuck a hand in my pocket and ran a thumb over their leather skins.
Yes. This place. This…
A Little Comfort, Written on Small Stones, Sunk in the River: Day Thirteen
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 go down to the river where it curls close to Salem Park. Where it ripples shallow over stones. […]
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