notes from a creative life …
In the Christian high school I attended, once upon a time, there was a lot of talk about where we’d build our house. The wise man, Jesus says in the Gospel of Matthew, built his house on the rock, but the fool built his house on the sand, so that when the rains came and the waters […]
A week ago. It’s three a.m. and I’m lying in bed, feeling the slow wash of the oscillating fan stirring the sheets. I settle closer against my husband, stare at the ceiling and wonder — a familiar question — if I’m the only one awake. I’ve spent my life as an insomniac, and I can […]
I’ve built my life around words: planted them like seed, panned for them like gold. I’ve gone out into green valleys and collected words like rainwater, storing them up for seasons of drought. This is what my kind of people do. But. There are days when words feel too small for me — a poor, […]
Teach me that – sometimes – to lie down in a green fieldis to be slain in the spirit … To learn the call of the mockingbird is to speak in tongues … And to walk with head unbowedunder the blue skyis to stare at the ceilingof your Sistine Chapel … painted and repainted by the minute […]
I go down to the river with my camera. The water is slowing to ice but the shoreline is still wet, the grass flecked with drops like diamonds. Maybe tears. I get down on my knees and part the dead rushes, brown tufts, looking for green. I am thinking of a certain kindred spirit, who has been […]
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