She sat on the bridge rail Made of field stones, I sat on a mossy rock below Feet immersed in the ice Of May water running from Last month's snow, Watching it fall and chuckle Over moss coated rocks. diamond & emerald Something about the water Washes away stresses That never really mattered. sand & … Continue reading Like a River Glorious
My thumbs might appear to be red, but they are actually green. All three of my grandmothers still garden. One raises her own produce patch from seeds, keeping the seedlings inside, until the snow melts. Another grows beautiful rows of flashy petunias, stately gladiolas, and vegetables for fresh eating. The third, rearranges her perennial grasses, … Continue reading How I Killed My Succulent
The farther I fall the more I grow. I look like lace, but inside I'm dirt. I'm soft as a feather, yet colder than stone. I'm seen more in multitude than alone. And just in case it's not obvious enough. The answer is a compound word.
They never tell you when you move four and half hours away from home, cross an international border, and exchange the name "teacher" for the name "student" that you will face an identity crisis so piercing that it leaves you feeling empty. In the process of developing one's self, you loose pieces, find other long-lost … Continue reading Framed
We got up as our world revolved into the sun, my aunt and I. We strolled in the stillness to the shoreline and slipped into our own kayaks. The water lay smooth as ice but still fluid. Our paddles dipped into the water sending sprinkles of diamonds dancing back home to the surface of the … Continue reading Travel Journal: Northern Reflections III
When the surface of the water is broken, it reflects more sun. When I am humble and broken, more of the Son can show.
Somewhere, between watching the ferry open it's gaping mouth as the sun woke the world and stepping off the pontoon unto the sturdy board dock, it happened. Perhaps, it came along the road sketching curlicues 'round lakes, wiry conifers, and mounds of quartz. Settling deep in the heart and spurting out to every vein in … Continue reading Travel Journal: Northern Reflections I
