Waiting Patiently: The Unwanted Answer
Introduction and Review I promised a few weeks ago to expand on some of the lessons about waiting that I have collected from the Bible. …
Live like a Plant: A Missed Goal
My mother loves me, and one of the ways she expresses this is through her appreciation of my various creative works. She once said that …
Lessons from Nature: The Snake’s Name and a Song of Praise
Today I’d like to share something that got recorded right away, that very day; a poem that began to take form as I sat by the lake in the cooling twilight.
Lessons from Nature: Abrus Precatorius and the Maker’s Mind
I wandered to a part of the park I’d never seen before, which is my favorite way to go walking, and happily stumbled upon an area that seemed well tended but largely ignored. The trees grew in small clumps with cut grass and low-lying weeds. Around those trees were wrapped dead vines with bright red seeds nestled in large pods, ripped open at the seams… [But} That seemingly dead plant hanging limply against the proud oak wasn’t dead at all.
Waiters in the Bible: Encouragement Through Shared Experiences
Yes, before you jump down my throat, I am aware that I may be misusing that word, though I find it ironic on many levels, and most recently because I started a job as a waitress. Now that we’ve cleared that up, let jump right into it.
A Story about Impulsivity
This is a true story. It’s also quite personal. I will tell you about a mistake, and what I learned from it. I will also tell you about some strange things I will leave open to your interpretation. If that sounds interesting, let’s get to it.
Big Questions in Life and Writer’s Block
Existential Questions You’ll often hear in literature, media, and from friends, that one must ask oneself the hard questions in life. Questions like “Who are …
Starting Something New
Everything you see, everything you can’t see, everything within you, everything around you, and everything that was, is, will, may or may not be is an idea. No one lacks for ideas. What people lack is the experience of taking ideas and turning them into stories.
Poems, Stories, and Loving Where You’re At
If it’s not a story, it doesn’t stick. And what is a story, but a thought, feeling, or time, loosely organized into a beginning, middle, and end? And what is a poem, if not a story? What poem doesn’t do it’s level best to hook you with the first line?
The Face You See in the Glass
I had to laugh at myself. Why should a certain thought or emotion completely change what I was able to see in the mirror?