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 […]
Monday Meditation: Playing with Stones
Grace is uncommonly quiet. But that doesn’t mean she isn’t busy. I go in search of her and find her in the bathroom. She’s washing stones. With her toothbrush and my toothpaste. Water ripples green and blue and rose and yellow and orange from polished pebbles with names like carnelian and amethyst and quartz and […]
