Forest bathing I. … is what the Japanese call a walk in the woods with no agenda, no news of tyrants and atrocities. Embrace oak’s gruff coat, birch’s papery veneer, soak in ancient wisdom of quiet community knowing nothing of… Continue Reading →
Making a list and checking it twice My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? Why are you so far from saving me, so far from my cries of anguish? My God, I cry out by day, but you… Continue Reading →
Borders are in Season For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven… a time to love, and a time to hate; a time for war, and a time for peace. – Ecclesiastes 3 Creation… Continue Reading →
Breathe Damn that rooster’s crow. I can’t catch my breath, It happened so fast: a kiss, a trial, a death. His laugh still haunts me. Turning suddenly serious after cracking jokes over dinner, his rambling about death and betrayal sounded… Continue Reading →
Searching (After John 20:15) Sobbing graveside, crypt empty and broken heart jilted by her lover. Why are you crying? Who are you looking for? We seek our gods behind grave walls too thick for invasion too deep to escape. No… Continue Reading →
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