silence

If I squint my eyes closed tightly, and push my dry palms into the sockets, I can see the stars colliding and far-off galaxies expanding. I can see the universe in the darkness and the silence. Try it, you’ll see. Pin pricks of light overlaid with spinning geometric patterns and psychedelic circles and hazy, globuolus …

guano

Nothing like a good guano cleaning session to put things in perspective. Our chooks leave quite a mess in the back yard and around the back door. I ignored it for so long that I stopped noticing it. But today I looked at the shit and said “it’s time”. I scooped, swept, sprayed and scrubbed …

Kettle [“just because I don’t go to church, doesn’t mean…”]

***I’m linking this post up to a conversationĀ centering around ‘REST ‘, over at Esther Emery’s blog space ‘Church in the Canyon’.***   I’ve been to church three times this year. I kept telling myself that I’d get back into the swing of things soon, that I was merely in a period of upheaval, trying to …

banana

  I am about six years old, maybe younger. I am at the house of the girl a few doors down. The house that always smells of dampness and cigarette smoke; the girl with the Rainbow Brite and Cabbage Patch dolls, the silent older brother, the mother with a perm-slash-mullet, and the father who always …

my writing process {a blog-hop}

My new blogging buddy Karissa tagged me in a blog-hop about my writing process. Karissa writes some wonderful things over at her blog, about faith, her conversion to Eastern Orthodoxy (so very interesting for me… having grown up in the pentecostal church, and brainwashed into believing other denom’s weren’t really ‘christian’), her childhood growing up …

awake

Then He said to them, “My soul is very sad and deeply grieved, so that I am almost dying of sorrow. Stay here and keep awake and keep watch with Me.” *** I will not indulge to scratch the itch on insignificant toe; the prickle grows. To luxury should I demand to cling? I will …