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A poem that explores the dark side of human nature using the analogy of a game of chess. https://youtu.be/TKHkaT7w1oQ Do you ever feel like life is similar to a game of chess in which the cunning always come out on top? I sure have! I often find myself trusting in the goodness of others never …
We creative sorts are destined to be moon dancers, people who envision the impossible and dance upon the unreachable, dreams as distant as the moon. We spent an inordinate amount of time fantasizing about what could happen in our artistic lives: Perhaps I’ll become a famous novelist. Maybe my art will be recognized on Etsy …
When we dare to connect with and share our feelings, we light the way for others to do the same. This is the gift of writing and the glory of words. Have you ever read someone’s insights and felt the pouring of warm wax over the candle of understanding hidden within your soul? The writer’s …
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Have you ever been befuddled by a directional shift? One moment you’re whistling a happy tune, rambling along your usual way, when POW! Circumstances send you off on an unexpected diversion, or something new calls to you and you just can’t seem to help yourself. Off you go to explore an unfamiliar path. READ THE …
Have circumstances ever challenged your trust? You find yourself in a battle to believe, as worry wipes away all evidence of grace. I have! READ THE ENTIRE POST...
I believe there are scriptural absolutes. I’m also quite certain that my perspective on those absolutes is skewed at times. Perhaps this is because I live in a politically correct world in which truth is strained through the sieve of human understanding until all of the uncomfortable chunks are removed and what’s left is more palatable. And …
Often the greatest opponents of change reside with us: fear of uncertainty, lack of self-confidence, or difficulty rising above life’s obstacles. Yet regardless of our human frailties. I believe each one of us has a destiny filled with purposes. Like the wind—unseen and yet felt. READ THE ENTIRE POST...
“Mom,” my daughter says as she nestles next to me, as if a chick under the mother hen’s wing. She couldn’t possibly get any closer. “I wrote a new poem. Read it.” Elya drove an hour on a Sunday afternoon to draw strength from being around family. She hands me her phone and I read …
Have you ever wanted to be… a person of calm someone who floats with, instead of fights against the current? Two summers ago, my best friend, Barbie, and I decided to do just that. During a visit with her in beautiful Colbert, Washington, we decided to float down the Little Spokane River that flows across …
