… if only for a moment: (Manna Meditations, Day 10) 💛
Tag: joy
gratitude…
Tonight. It’s late. The rain falls on the house for hours without stopping — a slow, steady rain. The kind that brings the world to life. Meanwhile I’m here inside, listening to the drumming on the roof. The dinner guests have gone. The dishes have been cleaned, the wine glasses placed back on the […]
signs of spring …
The green begins slow, like someone waking up after a long nap. It spreads subtly across the forest at first: the tiniest leaves spangling the understory. But then the grass on the lawn grows long. The wood moss puts out furry wands tipped with tiny capsules of new life. As for me, I go out […]
This is me, before I wore my body like a ball & chain … {on innocence lost … & joy reclaimed}
The other day, while rummaging around in an old box of photos, I stumbled over this snapshot from the 1990s, and I just couldn’t look away: For two days now I’ve been going back to it, trying to puzzle what it is about the image that haunts me so. And then today, it struck me: […]
Secrets, Self-Portraits & the Subconscious … & also, a Silver Lining
I am a keeper of secrets — especially from myself. * A long time ago, I realized I was one of those souls who felt everything too deeply — Who wept inconsolably when I saw a little bird crushed by a car tire. Who agonized over the troubles of friends and characters in books. And so, over the […]
Have you seen the sky lately …?
…I mean really seen it — not just in passing, but with purpose? Because whether you notice it or not, it unrolls itself for you every day — your own private gallery, right there above your head. (All these images, by the way, are perfectly unedited — which should say something.) On our recent road trip […]
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 […]
A Little Hope, Left on a Boulder in Harkrader Park: Day Eight
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 morning, while the living room was still full of warm morning light, I inked some words on a […]
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