I know this one dude, and sometimes we talk about stuff. Even though he hates hugs or handshakes, he’s the type Who sits super close when talking, Presences brushing as he shares/ questions/ converses. Sometimes we talk about spiritual stuff, this dude and I, Because he knows it’s important to me, and he has anContinueContinue reading “Obstacles”
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Poetry prompt: COMPLETED
So. I had ten words to include in a poem. Ta da. Background: I read a thought-provoking article last week about a man forced, at a very young age, to face the mental breakdown/ illness of his young and beautiful wife. That prompted a conversation with my SIL (and we’ve had similar ones before) aboutContinueContinue reading “Poetry prompt: COMPLETED”
New game: Poetry prompt!
Do you want to play a game?? This is a game for stretching your mind and creating art and stuff. A friend and I made this up last weekend, but you can play, too, if you want. This is how you play. You text 10 people (starting with “N” on your contact list), and youContinueContinue reading “New game: Poetry prompt!”
On The Feast of St. Stephen
The day after Christmas is the Feast of St. Stephen, The very first martyr of the church. It’s recorded that, as he was sharing the news of Jesus, The crowd grew agitated and upset And rushed upon Stephen to kill him. I went to mass yesterday, so I heard the story. These words, in particular,ContinueContinue reading “On The Feast of St. Stephen”
Thanksgiving, Camino, Question marks. #Wonder
Sometimes I try to appeal to an audience, other times it’s just, “Hey, here are my internal, private, vulnerable thoughts that probably don’t relate to you and your current life-situation.” That’s kind of where we are tonight. Also, I think I’m going to steal two of Julia’s images. So I’ll dedicate this to her, justContinueContinue reading “Thanksgiving, Camino, Question marks. #Wonder”
Refresh
But, this morning, today, I’d ask that you refresh your mindset Remind yourself of this: That Jesus Christ wills for your good, Your well-being, He desires a beloved wholeness for you, His friend. Otherwise it’s too easy For your mind To be sucked into different places Where you face the future with Fear and apprehension,ContinueContinue reading “Refresh”
This is my prayer life
There are days when I feel like Running into the office of the Almighty And holding up a list and saying, “You see?? These are all of the things I don’t know how to do, All of the answers I don’t have, All of my inadequacies and insecurities!” And, in my mind, I would standContinueContinue reading “This is my prayer life”
On the wonder of peaches
It’s probably sacrilegious to say this But I feel that eating summer-peaches, Them bursting with sweet and sticky syrup Running down my fingers, face and chin, Is (almost) sacramental. We’re told of the visible signs of the invisible reality And I hear you on marriage, communion, reconciliation, et al. But somehow my spine-craned posture overContinueContinue reading “On the wonder of peaches”
Prodigal Father
What if every morning, in that moment when you’re first aware of yourself and life and breath once more, that very moment is the same moment when God’s heart leaps and He thinks to Himself, with arms outstretched, “Maybe this is the day! Maybe today will be the day she comes back! And I willContinueContinue reading “Prodigal Father”
Dos poemas
Occasionally I write weirdo non-rhyming poetry, and sometimes I even share it here. This is one of those days. (Guinea pigs for anyone who can’t take it). =============================================================================================== Uno Dropping a balloon Sometimes there are two sides. And on one we have everyone and They’re saying, “smaller, smaller, smaller.” Because unknowns should apparently Be handledContinueContinue reading “Dos poemas”
Seashell Nell 