Pull the curtain back Reveal the real Release the light From soul holes Where grace flows From wounded places. Honestly. (Paraphrased from Honestly by VOTA)
Break the Fast
Strawberry preservespool in muffin cryptstrickle down chinand cracked shellsdrip sunshinescrambled joybrowned and pepperedjust right witha side of javawatch the corn growtaste the honeyed breezebreak the fast. Copyright © 2010 by Sandra Heska King
I Love Zinnias
I did a dumb thing. Okay I’ve done several dumb things, but today it’s one dumb thing. I didn’t do it today, but now I’m suffering the consequences. I planted a few herbs, a few flowers. And a lot of zinnia seeds. I love zinnias. The box says, “Easy to grow, just apply and water, […]
Squirrel Thoughts–1
I decided to participate today in Duane Scott’s Pleasantly Disturbed Blog Carnival today with some random thoughts of my own. Not that I ever experience randomness. I’m the queen of . . . SQUIRREL! Now where was I? Oh, one thing about Duane. He does have a habit about sticking his foot in his mouth […]
Framed Memories – Part 3: The End
The storm struck. The barn collapsed. In one sense, relief reigned. Nobody hurt. No more worries about who or what hid in the shadows. No more energy burned in worry about the future. Like what to do with an old barn that faced inevitable demise in some form since restoration was not a viable option. […]
My Head Hurts
My head hurts. I. Mean. Seriously. Thought pellets. My brain must look like cheap siding after a hailstorm. And I can’t get half the ideas out my fingertips or mouth before they melt. They pound at all times of day and night. Wherever I am. Whatever I’m doing. Or not doing. I quit my job. […]
Framed Memories–Part 2
It appeared in Michigan’s Heritage Barns. A symbol of Michigan history. A symbol of family history. Withstood many storms. Witnessed many stories. My husband played basketball on the drive floor. He fed calves and bedded many a Bozo (his dad’s pet name for each replacement bull.) He climbed the ladder to feed the barn cats […]
An Artist’s Blessing
Kathy Richards posted this blessing on her blog last week, and it continues to haunt me. I do so want to faithfully reflect the face of my Father and Creator–in my writing and in my life. Source: Hubblesite.org Blessing As faithful image bearers (artists, but saints first), may you reflect not only the creation but […]
Framed Memories – Part 1
Tossed by the storm. Embraced through the storm. Saved from the storm. Framed by the storm. This was the scene in our backyard following the “Great Hailstorm” of 2008 (July 2.) Two giant pines crushed our above-ground pool, 48 feet round, 6 feet deep in the middle. A place of laughter and cannonballs and music […]
For the Fathered and the Fatherless
Copyright © 2010 by Sandra Heska King
