What if we were awarded a demerit every time someone found fault with us. The cost a tiny scar visible to the beholder. Your betrayal most evident. A besmirch on your being not touching the soul. And, the only way to be obsolved is to see yourself as you are. An enigmatic creature full ofContinueContinue reading “Demerits: the price of humanness”
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Chasing Dragons…in the deep, deep wood
Delicate juxtaposition. Embers. Ashes. Scorched Earth. Reverie awakening the spirit of new growth. Teardrop scaled body armor chromed in azure. Gold kissed eyes and ivory teeth. Steam weaves from nostrils, promenading languid through morning air. Is it absurd that I believe in the existence of dragons? Long to befriend an untamed beast and climb aboveContinueContinue reading “Chasing Dragons…in the deep, deep wood”
Seed to Life: Learning to write…again.
To write ethereal words on parchment. My pleadings swell before the quill can touch paper. I realize too late that my musings are lost – the ink is dry and cracked, and no amount of water can revive. The parchment moth-eaten crumbles beneath a feather touch. I anguish. My inability to convert said musings intoContinueContinue reading “Seed to Life: Learning to write…again.”
Mortar and Stone Building a Fulfilled Life
Life is inconceivably finite and minute. We are puffs of smoke. Yet, the ember extinguished can be so bright, profound, and blessed that a small moment on Earth leaves an impact. A life fully lived is a testament to God’s creation. I know that throughout my teens and twenties, I built my life upon shiftingContinueContinue reading “Mortar and Stone Building a Fulfilled Life”
Life in the Ebb & the Exhale
There is a ubiquitous echo of ache throughout this world. We chase it with the next life achievement and idealistic fulfillment. It truly is a first-world problem. The rat runs the wheel faster and faster, going nowhere. We sit in a wading pool of safety and comfort, misjudging the ebbtide as heartache and the exhaleContinueContinue reading “Life in the Ebb & the Exhale”
I Am From
Writing Exercise I am from ripe Georgia peaches From Folgers coffee and pecan pie I am from the bluegrass of Kentucky that blankets the ground, lush under bare feet I am from the Lily of the Valley, Buttercup fragrant bells growing wild and abundant. I’m from candlelight service and curled hair I’m from Paulina DarseyContinueContinue reading “I Am From”
The Weight She Carries
An affinity for brokenness, she gathers the shattered pieces of glass, reconstructing a brilliant masterwork in the morning light. Crimson drips from a wound punctured by an incongruent shard, pooling on the floor and soaking into the fibers of the kitchen rug. Rust penny stain to mark the spot where she felt. Felt the forceContinueContinue reading “The Weight She Carries”
Like Jeremiah’s Fire: What Matters
Pale skin absorbs warm sunbeams smattering the surface with pigment. I hear His voice in the distance calling out His heart cry, “my beloved!” The scent of lavender wafts from fields pregnant with harvest. He sits with me. I shelter in the shadow of His wings. I sit amidst the gloaming. The skyline looks likeContinueContinue reading “Like Jeremiah’s Fire: What Matters”
Incandescent by Fire
“In the millennia since Christ walked with us on this Earth, we’ve often tried to box up the “wind” [of the Spirit] in manageable doctrines. We’ve exchanged the fire of the Spirit for the ice of religious pride. We’ve turned the wine back into water, and then let the water go stagnant and lukewarm. We’veContinueContinue reading “Incandescent by Fire”
The Art of S.L.O.W.
This was written and submitted to Bella Grace Magazine in Spring of 2019. Little did I know how pertinent the art of S.L.O.W. would be for 2020. I can look back on 2019, which was a very challenging year for me, and see how it prepared me to handle the ups and downs of aContinueContinue reading “The Art of S.L.O.W.”
Reflection of Providence 