She issued a writing challenge based on a poem by George Ella Lyon titled Where I’m From. She offered a template link. Here’s my attempt, but I think I deviated from the template. I am from black-and-white two channels antenna perched on post turned to fuzzy and not-so-fuzzy by hand in all weather window open. […]
Textures of Text: A Tale of Water
I yank the freezer door open and scoop a handful of ice from the purchased bag into her cup. A few chunks fall on my feet, and I kick them out of the way. I go out to the back kitchen and press the spigot on the white ceramic water crock. I fill the […]
Monday Meditation: Crazy Love in Northern Michigan
We are “up north” again. We’ve come to pick up my son’s car, left here since his honeymoon when he crashed it. (I still plan to post some wedding pictures. Here’s a peek.) We’ve decided to make a weekend out of it. Friday Night Live has taken over Front Street in Traverse City, and […]
Sunday Seasoned Sayings: Full Life in the Emptiest of Places
If you get rid of unfair practices, quit blaming victims, quit gossiping about other people’s sins, If you are generous with the hungry and start giving yourselves to the down-and-out, Your lives will begin to glow in the darkness, your shadowed lives will be bathed in sunlight. I will always show you where to go. […]
Saturday Snaps: Strawberry Jam
One must ask children and birds how cherries and strawberries taste. ~Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
I’m Done, I’m Full
We are on the road again. Back “up north” to pick up my son’s car while he works. It took ten days and more than half that in dollars to fix the damage. He ran into the back of someone in bumper-to-bumper traffic on his honeymoon. So we decided to grab a little alone time. […]
Through and Through Life: Fresh Breath for My Very Soul
For me poetry and faith are interdependent. Each affects the other as they embrace and interpenetrate. Faith informs art, and art enhances faith. They both, for each other are breath for the bones. ~Luci Shaw in Breath for the Bones. It’s more than breath for my dry bones, this. It’s breath for my very soul, […]
Linda Yezak: One-Word/One-Line Interview
Today I’m super excited to have my favorite redhead (next to Lucy–okay, ahead of Lucy) visit to share some of her deepest, darkest secrets. Linda Yezak is the author of Give the Lady a Ride, her debut novel. You can find my review here. I don’t know when I first “met” Linda or how–except […]
Textures of Text: You Might Not Finish This Post
It’s a glitter globe night. Hundreds (thousands? more?) of lights flicker across the dark field. I can’t capture them with my camera. They rise up into and past the trees. Rising stars. Until it seems earth meets sky, and it’s hard to tell where the fireflies end and heaven’s lights begin. Each flash could represent […]
Monday Meditation: Green Like Worship–A Poem
Green like worship summer dreams swim in rippled cloud ponds. Fern fronds bow and stately trunks stretch skyward. Arms reach for heaven hushed by monarch majesty and ancient words carved in dusty walls by shanty boy ghosts seated on log pews. Hymns echo through pine-carpeted cathedral and the sacred pours into lemonade lakes. […]
