Surrender

On a beautiful spring day, many years ago, I floated on an air mattress upon the crystal clear waters of a lagoon. This lagoon was an extension of a large lake and bordered with old-growth forests. In the backdrop of this scene were ancient mountains crested with white snow. As I floated there, between heaven and earth, I contemplated the clear water and my reflection and the reflection of the forest and the mountains within it and I contemplated the color wheel and baptism. And I came home to the city where I lived and stored that experience within my heart-pocket until, … Continue reading Surrender

The Companionship of a Stranger

Today’s Word Prompt from the Daily Post: Marathon. The meaning I’m using is : Any long and arduous undertaking. The more difficult something is to endure, the more vulnerable we are,  that is when safety in companionship really can make a difference, even when it comes from a stranger. Because thou hast been my help, therefore in the shadow of thy wings will I rejoice. —Psalms 63:7 I held a wild bird again today. I held him for a long time after finding him sitting up, bewildered, inside our wheelbarrow. He’d slammed into our front-room window and knocked himself for a doozy. I … Continue reading The Companionship of a Stranger

Lil’ Rebel

The days assignment from the Daily Post: Transcript: For this week’s challenge, preserve something ephemeral by transforming it. . . . So let’s define “transcribing” as broadly as possible: you could share an old photo from your childhood album, or snap a photo of a handwritten note from your best friend when you were 11. Record yourself singing a tune that hasn’t made it to iTunes, draw a sketch of your favorite room in your grandparents’ house, or simply write down a memorable conversation that would otherwise be lost to time. I can’t wait to see what you dig up … Continue reading Lil’ Rebel

The Wolf Moon

Jan. 13, 2017 Close to midnight: A gawd-awful howl rises from within the trees bordering our yard and sets the neighbors Labrador barking with menace. Then all is quiet.  I turn off the lights, look out our windows. I can see easily because the ground is white with hoarfrost, the sky is clear and the moon shines almost directly overhead, yet I  can make out nothing that would have caused the dog next door to go off like that. I open the kitchen window and listen. In the distance, coyotes yip and a neighbors rooster is crowing so I don’t think whatever made … Continue reading The Wolf Moon