It's solidarity. Awareness of brokenness. Not going through life with rose colored glasses. Recognizing one's own sinfulness, and need for redemption. Dreams of a world with less hurt, less brokenness. While still witnessing the hurt. But still... hope. Wondrous love. Well, you wonder why I always dress in blackWhy you never see bright colors on… Continue reading The Gospel according to Johnny Cash
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a different kind of awake
There are some morningswhen you wake up,somehow, more awake. You can feel the chill of feet on the cold floor,You can hear your tummy turn and shift, your bones creak into place.The quiet is its own song.Your coffee tastes hotter, sharper.The honey on your toast, stickier, sweeter.Your synapses fire faster. Your senses engage.You look at… Continue reading a different kind of awake
Maybe She’s Born With It
I find myself sometimes wondering how I come off to those of you who read my posts, but don't know me personally. Or maybe you knew me in a walk of life long past - and we haven't seen each other in a long time. I say this because I know, as I think and… Continue reading Maybe She’s Born With It
alive. awake. uncomfortable. 