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The impish author I’d grown to think an impostor starts to perform again. The magical mystery befuddles me. How can a once prolific practice abate when I paint? I wonder. Then the stirring starts. I’m enamored with the flow and cadence of thoughts transforming into words. With passion and purpose the prose progresses. I’ll never figure …
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African animals surround a modern-day Adam and Eve in this oil on canvas. From the tall the giraffe and ominous elephant to the tiny hummingbird and baby in the woman's womb, all are God's creatures. I appreciate seeing the painting through the eyes of others. Here's a few of the encouraging comments I received: "Love …
I open waymaker and caress the pages. I begin to read, and Ann’s words resonate through my soul: “When everything stills, you can see your reflection, see into the depths of your soul, see the contours of things.”Ann Voskamp Her words still my angst, calm the turmoil of doubt. “This is why I want to publish more …
The soul sings sweetly when gratitude graces gently. I've been thinking a lot about gratitude lately; asking, "What does it look like in my everyday life?" Gratitude rests so sweetly in the soul; the very existence of which seems a miracle, the merging of our fragile human nature with God’s mother hen-like love. I'm pretty …
Those times in life when unforeseen circumstances force us to circle without a place to land. When we can’t seem to move past the moment. When our energy drains away so we have nothing left to lift us out of the doldrums When life severs our serenity. Tragedy. Loss. Illness. Disillusionment. Disappointment. Failure Everyone’s list …
Have you ever grown discontented and didn’t know why? You couldn’t quite put your finger on the reason your mood darkened or you suddenly felt constrained, uncomfortable, itchy for something. I sure have. Often this odd annoyance occurs well before change knocks on the heart’s door or peeks in through the window of our thoughts. …
I’m trying to find my way back to the reflective writer I once was. Funny thing is, she seems like another lifetime ago. I search for her in memories and imagine a woman who rose every morning to write. Yes, I sigh, she vaguely resembles someone I used to know but now aspire to become, once again. Her …
I revisited a post and poem dating back to March 2, 2012 and decided to create a video version: https://youtu.be/o6Jk0_uNqJU Here's the former post: This morning I received another phone call informing me of another precious friend who has died. This is the fifth person in the last two weeks. From ages 19 to 82, …
Into the night he whispersStranger from another realmShrouded form so sweetly familiarApparition from youth I once touched Into my mind he whispersStranger from another realmUnfolding path steers my awkward stepsOnly moving forward matters Into my soul he whispersStranger from another realmDrawing me towards immortalityI sense a presence not of this earth Often The Stranger visits us in …
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