Secrets she was many things but never comfortable in her own body, the enemy, with it’s own mission to confound. she encouraged others shared her struggles notebooks with one or two pages filled then put away life swept into a… Continue Reading →
3:45 pm, April 27, 2021 Then the Divine Energy formed a creature from the dirt of the earth and breathed into its nostrils the breath of life and the creature became a living being. (Genesis 2:7) The call had come… Continue Reading →
Riding a bicycle in a war zone The photo only shows a muddied hand extended from jacket’s blue sleeve palm up in the rubble strewn street fingers curled, nails polished bright red. It was enough. Seeing the image, her… Continue Reading →
Swimming the Depths Like a shadow or a friend this old companion, shape-shifting cloud, demon / mentor – who can tell? – is always at hand. We deny the shadow we hate, man’s best friend that bites when ignored and… Continue Reading →
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