Summer’s song is wild and sweet. Sticky and sun-kissed. Salty and slow. A dribble of peach juice. Condensation on the outside of a glass of lemonade. A faded sun hat hanging in the hall. A damp towel. A pop of a flip flop. The rustle of a turning page. The melting of ice cream in… Continue reading Solstice
Category: Vespers in gloaming light
Prayers of gratitude and moments of grace.
Little thank you’s and musings of wonder and delight.
All memories of things that glow internally and in the world around me.
A death knell
Love falls apart so swiftly. Somehow. With the slow drip of a leaky faucet it can move from fullness to trickle. Even the sink is wet from so many droplets of consistency, day in and day-out- ness. Conversations about groceries and schedules and laundry until the silence between drips becomes longer. Then, eventually, there is… Continue reading A death knell
A love once new has now grown old
I wasn't fortunate enough to get a lot of time with my Grandfathers. I wish at least once a week that I could have cultivated the type of relationship that some others get with theirs. I think about my Mom a lot and how awful it must have felt to have lost her Dad when… Continue reading A love once new has now grown old
A week of goodbye
Next Sunday I turn 31. A year ago that fact did not seem possible. That is the glory and beauty of time and space. Things happen that you did not imagine. The whole world can change for you if you give it time. I gave it time. Life has changed some of it for good,… Continue reading A week of goodbye
A time line on a birthday
John and I started dating in September. He was a person from my past, a boy I sat behind in theology class Junior year, who came back into my life the way a flash happens in a frying pan. BOOM, he had arrived. He was insistent on talking to me and made me feel like the… Continue reading A time line on a birthday
Spring poem
It starts so small you hardly see itNothing to see, truly only you feel.And once you feel it you can't help but see it,Is it seeing or feeling that makes it real?Still, all at once it seems to the world outside,That beyond the waiting something grows.All the work you've been learning by your lonesome,The reaching… Continue reading Spring poem
Perpetual being of light
This year, I fear, I have tried my mother's patience. Life has not gone according to plan. My plan was to have a fat baby bouncing on my mother's knee by the time I was turning 31. A house. A husband. Less financial concern. I wanted her to be worrying about me less. And enjoy… Continue reading Perpetual being of light
A thought on anger
My anger feels like lava constantly churning in my stomach. At any moment the volcano erupts and spews the contents of frustration and rage everywhere. It covers every surface from person to furniture.bThe situation is hardly ever worth the amount of damage.My anger feels like a big oven being fed coal by a constant team… Continue reading A thought on anger
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