Stability

{Photo credit for diptych: Mary Jo Pierce on the left. Bonnie Saul Wilks on the right.} I am listening to the early rain, drinking morning coffee, meditating on the open road before me as the new year begins… It is ridiculously obvious to I say that I sense levels of change on this new day … More Stability

The Slice That Cuts

The Slice that Cuts Once you grasp the fleetingness of life — and it dawns on you in tiny increments as you grow — you are always savoring the sweetness of living and vitality of those living around you, family and friends who join your journey and increase its treasure. Yet on some indefinable level … More The Slice That Cuts

Resisting Ceremony

Resisting Ceremony   There is something in the conceit of youthfulness that resists ceremony. Maybe I am a middle-aged woman who still dresses up for church, remembers the Pilgrims on Thanksgiving Day, recites the pledge of allegiance to my country with joy and pride and thinks that formal observance transcends post-modern culture. I am a one who … More Resisting Ceremony

Creative Synapases

Creative Synapses My creative synapses will make sense to me someday. They will not sputter in chaotic release, release, yes, but that utterance of halting expression which I must tame and strengthen to the core will one day flow in order. Ideas that I must now systematize and pull and push into place, stuffing into … More Creative Synapases

Hope for Today

Hope for Today With  crack and flash of lighting sliver, the Caption of the Host of Heaven shall appear in golden clouds. With roughed shofar’s resounding blast and harmonious angelic anthem, He shall sweep His harvest home, nations, tribes, and tongues. Upward the redeemed shall speed through deepest space upon that beam of Holy Light, … More Hope for Today