Summer is a wasteland. A floating myriad of lost hours and extra daylight. We make a point of doing nothing on purpose around my house in the summer, just to balance out all the "have to's" of the school season. It is the way I do it, which doesn't say much for the way it …
(For part one, click here) (For part two, click here) Ally opened her eyes. The sun shone warm on her skin, the sand beneath her was her cradle. She lay very still, listening to the sound of the waves caressing the sand. The night had passed and the sky was once again a clear, brilliant …
Continue reading "Ally: The Story of an Ocean Girl (part 3, the star song)"
To read part one go here Ally spent hours going deeper and deeper into the ocean, trying to stop the ache in her heart. She learned how to dive under the strong waves and ride them back to the shore. She swam out over the reefs and explored the intricate lace of the coral, making …
Continue reading "Ally: The story of an ocean girl (part two, dark night of the soul)"
In my last blog (which you can see here) I wrote the phrase “...it made more sense than anything in my god-forsaken life” - and I added, “because i’ve been feeling god-forsaken.” I said this as an afterthought of sorts and I realize people reading my blog don’t really know me and don’t know where …
So I'm in therapy. Reading that line back makes me chuckle. I've always known i was a little crazy, it's about time i go to a professional. When Larisa... (i still can't write her name next to the word)... passed, i had a grand revelation and a fire was lit under my directionless hind-end (that's …
it's not that easy, coming out of hiding. let's be real. just ask the Lady of Shallot. the reason we retreat into a safe little hiding place inside is because the world doesn't feel like a safe place to be. we aren't stupid. we know that when we are vulnerable it will be used against …
i am the older brother. i stayed behind when my little brother, turned idiot, took off. i am nothing if not loyal. i’m sure you’ve heard about him leaving, it was all anyone could talk about. when he left, he ripped a hole in the very fabric of our family. i hated him. i hated …
Coffee with friends and repentance seem to go hand in hand for me. of course if you think of repentance as groveling at the burning altar of judgement with weeping, wailing and gnashing of teeth, then that is certainly not what i am talking about. repentance means to change your mind and turn around. Paul, …
editing today. i don't know why but my chest is tight and hurts... maybe it's the gigantic bag of M&M's i tore through. maybe i'm tired. i've been contending for perspective. God's perspective. but... it's hard when you feel all wonky. and i do feel wonky. i've been listening to Kristine Mueller and i've been …
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