All mystery feels like fog. It presents hiddenness. It demands strong faith to walk into it believing that one day it will be demystified. ~Luci Shaw It’s a mystery this hunger for the hidden, the faulty that aches for the faultless, the flawed that yearns for the flawless, how the best havings are in the […]
Textures of Text: Let’s Go All Word Wild
Perhaps the role of those involved in the arts, then, is to awaken ourselves and others to beauty–in all its risk and richness. ~Luci Shaw Let’s go all word wild. Let’s bound over boundaries and color outside the fence lines. Let’s open up new spaces within ourselves and dive in deep waters. Let’s be reckless […]
Textures of Text: Servant of the Word
Again, as so often before, I felt the secret thoughts rising in me, trusting them to be God-thoughts making themselves known. ~Luci Shaw breath of His breath I watch and wait spirit of the wild and untamed wind rushing water of many colors swirling dry bones dance to celestial tunes God-thoughts rise beauty to beauty […]
Through and Through Life: Holding My Breath
The Droid breaks into the night with its death rattle. I know I plugged it in before bed, but we are in the motel room with the sign that asks us not to use the towels to clean up dirt or cosmetics. The room where online time stutters. The room where one outlet doesn’t work, […]
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 […]
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, […]
Saturday Snaps: Awesome in Orange
It’s a Photoplay color challenge over at The High Calling. I really, really wanted to shoot red. Because you know how psyched I am for red. And why. But orange can be nice. You’ve seen some of these. Some are new this month and today. But I’m only supposed to upload eight favorites to Flickr, […]
Window on Writing: Not Yet (A Random Act of Poetry)
I gather heart shreds and try to stuff them into the hollow of my heaving chest as moon grins thin through dark cocoon and hair spills wet on pillow. Let it go But still I cling. Not yet Forgiveness knots in stomach seeks release but I hang on a little longer. It’s too soon The […]
Window on Writing: Looking into the Light
A word is not a crystal, transparent and unchanged; it is the skin of a living thought and may vary greatly in color and content according to the circumstances and time in which it is used.~Oliver Wendall Holmes, Jr. We’ve been staring at the sun over at The High Calling. Trying to capture lens flare […]
Groaning for Japan
Sun bursts through banks of rolling pink and laughs all gold. Another dawn explodes with hope. A day like any other, with plans and expectations. I eat my oatmeal milked and sweet with slice of amber buttered. Steaming tea in hand, I sit. A crow catches draft and sails above corn stubble in bowl of […]
