In the eye of the storm, there is beauty wrapped in a billowy cushion of love darting for your heart. Ever notice how you feel after a refreshing shower no matter what happened minutes before? Gnosis rain down on me,No … Continue reading
As of late I’ve been trying to get my light right, but when temps drop in the single digits in the tarring weeks of January, no other choice but to gather my thoughts here and make my own sunshine. “…Wake … Continue reading
I’m not exactly sure how these scabs came about, consciously I can’t recall any instant where I felt pain or anything that I may have done differently for these to appear. Heck, I can’t even pinpoint the moment they appeared. … Continue reading
“All that is gold does not glitter,Not all those who wander are lost;The old that is strong does not wither,Deep roots are not reached by the frost.From the ashes a fire shall be woken,A light from the shadows shall spring;Renewed … Continue reading
The color suits you.It softens you.It even sweetens you up.Come closer weary one.Let me see what you can’t say,What those salty tracks have etched down that chiseled face of yours.What have they done to you child of God?By gosh, do … Continue reading
Getting stronger for our minds,Getting stronger for our bodies,Getting stronger for an impenetrable community. Can you hear the Rocky Balboa theme song? Can you picture him in his fitted vintage track shorts and mesh tank and tube socks training and … Continue reading
This is where we’re at and I’m going to need a refill where I’m headed. No room for that madness or blame, nor sorrow nor shame…I only wish my head was clear before I took his name. What a blessing … Continue reading
Open in plain sight, false sense of infallibility.Underneath it all, stark and unadorned agony (a cruel lesson, yet a lesson all the same.)On replay, denial.In my heart, knowing.In my bones, knowing.Stuck in my throat, knowing.Most challenging step, acknowledgment, and yet … Continue reading
There’s a bit of an influx of sensitive and tightly wound-up types. I’m not sure why they are coming out of the woodworks now more than ever, must be something in the air. I’m keeping the windows and doors open … Continue reading
For where two or three gather in my name, there am I with them. – Matthew 18:20
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