Spring will come. I know this. I feel this. I see it in red crescents on black wings. And in waking earth as it stretches from under white quilt. I hear it in melting tears. A new season is on its way. A fresh start. But time suspends itself this morning in frozen filigree that […]
Monday Meditation: The White Stone
I’m playing with the stones again. I’m fascinated with a small white one. Polished edges, satin slick. But with a small crack and a teeny gouge on the underside. Or maybe it’s the top. Who really knows with a stone? I roll the stone in one palm and then the other. Feel how my thumb […]
The Eyes of a Child
She’s covered in Spanish moss. So’s the carpet. I move a couple chairs in front of the silk ficus and brush off and pick up what I can. I direct her attention to the stacking rings. I stack them. She dismantles them. I stack again. She dismantles again. The cat distracts her. She squawks and […]
Monday Meditation: No Strings Attached
He set aside His rights clothed self in clay to show the Father’s love. No strings attached. He spat love on clumps of clay and smeared eyes once blind that now can see. No strings attached. He ladled love on feet bruised and clay cracked God knelt to meet our need No strings attached. He […]
