pilgrim . poet . ponderer of all things .
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 …
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 …
Ten thoughts: i. Writing by candlelight is not nearly as romantic and inspiring as it sounds. ii. I am so very afraid of revealing myself. iii. I have a deep longing to be known – to have those I love know me fully. iv. The dim, flickering light makes it difficult …
It’s the perfect season for scarves at the moment. A warm barrier against the pirecing cold hands reaching to clamp themselves around the bare-necked. The very best scarves are thick and sumptuous and hand-knitted with love. I have some very fond memories of knitting. Well, no… I have some very fond memories of learning to …
