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Give a Heart Gift

My 16-year-old son wanted to surprise a special-someone with flowers. The problem – he was flat broke with no money-earning opportunities even on the horizon. Thinking quickly, I offered a suggestion. His expression at first registered disbelief, then utter scorn. “I am absolutely serious!” I argued. “Think about it!” After a few minutes, he disappeared…Read more Give a Heart Gift

Sojourn

Something autumn seeps among these grasses. Rooted, fettered - bodily, as through me treads the sky. Pressed to this leaden veil, geese consume me there, suspended in their hollow, longing call. Oh, ponderous song! Where the way through? Take flight! if I could, neither north nor south -

Camera joyfully in-hand

When I traveled to Vietnam in 2009, the country's beauty simply stunned me. I shot multiple rolls of film with my trusty old SLR only to discover when I developed them that I'd had a setting off and my images were ruined. I played around with Photoshop and managed to salvage one of my favorite photos of a bike, at least in…Read more Camera joyfully in-hand

Alive, truly alive

Truly he was alive in a way that few attain. Many aspire, but only sweat, tears, and blood yield this type of alive-ness. It wasn’t his choice to lay it all down at the feet of suffering. But he did choose, by the grace of God, to keep living. When I was “stuck” in Kenya,…Read more Alive, truly alive

See differently

your offering like an orange petal cast upon the breeze surprises me glimmers in my heart - a web caught, held, examined I am dark and multi –faceted turning inward upon myself ever striving you are simple and unfettered enticing and free through you I see differently

Room to Breathe

we wander moonlit cornfields in and out of shadows of living growing things   taunting what we leave behind   there is room to breathe here between the stalks in the stalks everything is breathing here   and there is something large here larger than these fields flowing out in contoured rows   so simple…Read more Room to Breathe

Summer Will Come

Ok, I’ll admit it. I’m enamored with a single dying weed. So far, it has inspired five paintings in as many months! Click the following links to view the paintings in their original blog entries: (left to right) Songs in the Valley, Reach, Always, Loving You Still. There’s something about it – the pathos as it…Read more Summer Will Come

Touch the Sky – Tree Parables

When my soul is lost and storm-tossed, there is a sacred space I love to go and pray. Amidst towering pines in the heart of Black Forest, I trace a pine needle-carpeted labyrinth to the center. Scent of sap and earth, breezes sifting treetops, glaze of sun on my face, peace settles silky like layers…Read more Touch the Sky – Tree Parables

Seeing clearly – Colorado fires

Dirty haze suspends a sinking sun, blazing orange. Massive flames lick the orb. People watch in disbelief, black silhouettes on a tempestuous rim. Smoke hovers like an ashen blanket. Beyond, proud mountains bow, at once victim and enabler, fuel for an angry monster. We see the creature kick up its first cloud of fury into…Read more Seeing clearly – Colorado fires