Category Archives: 2020

buried under the voluminous gray skies, the quiet spirit of autumn lingers heavily;it has come like a sudden shadow, opening up a new world and silencing the last echoes of summer; winsome hopefulness soars on the tail of the wind and flies along with the black and gray feathers of the chickadees. with it, theContinue reading “Through no Mastery of Myself”

Rain falls like blueberries on hot oatmeal, leaving small wet slaps on the sidewalk and black tar. Far away, over the brick houses and glistening emerald trees, a quiet rainbow rises, spreads its color and then fades back into oblivion. Summer is here in all of her shining glory, and we sit and watch herContinue reading “Wishful Summertime”

It’s quiet outside now.  She lets down the black shades and twists them shut, but keeps the window cracked open so she can hear.  She flicks on the light above the stove, and starts cooking.  First, it’s beef chili, with lots of cumin.  While she’s cooking the meat and onions, she starts a pot ofContinue reading “Blind Men & Wayward Children”

She sits on the floor of her grandmother’s apartment building, looking out at the grayish sky, the wilting orange flower blossoms and the shadows all around her.  Four vases full of yellow, red, pink, purple and orange flowers crowd the small living room; remnants of mother’s day and of two weeks of sleeping and sittingContinue reading “Drooping Flowers & Psalm 23”

She sits by the window and watches the little people go by, and the wind rustles the linen curtains. Some little child zooms by on his scooter and an old man does not zoom, but walks slowly with his erratic step.  The sky is just starting to turn color.  It is lavender, pastel blue, andContinue reading “Lavender Skies & God Sees”

In April, her mornings began to look like this: And this:

It was the 1st anniversary of the death of her friend’s father, and she couldn’t put into words what she wanted to say.  The text she started now felt flat and dry and wholly inadequate. She was tempted to take up her bible and insert a profound and prolific verse she had scraped up, lastContinue reading “Only a Brownie-Cutter & Not a King”

These are the days that inspire her to write. She spent her morning in the shadow of the sun; spent her afternoon feeling its gaze and spent her evening watching it go down.  Everything bathed in the light now suddenly curling back into its folds of gray dusk. It would be too easy to spendContinue reading “Barefeet & Saturdays”

She hasn’t written for over three months, but here she is.  It’s 10:59pm and she should be in bed.  She always gets to bed by 9:30am.  Gets up at 5:50am, sometimes 5:20am.  It’s good for her.  She likes it, most days at least.

it’s been a month of wild happenings and gray skies and too many hours of staring at the same white screen. it’s been a month of morning workouts and nighttime rituals of tea and books and curling up in a blanket next to a not-fire (because there is no fireplace, hence the not-fire). it’s beenContinue reading “Freeways & Late Nights”