Why are we embarrassed to share our deepest selves? Why do we think that sharing what we create is silly and stupid? I was eleven-years-old the first time I told God I wanted to be a writer, and I've pretty much told him that every day since then. But I am too scared. And I [...]
Month: August 2017
a celebration of beauty
I really can't tell what's beautiful anymore. I passed two young fellows on the street the other day. I know who they are, they work for the garage. They're not churchgoing, either one of them, just decent rascally young fellows who have to be joking all the time, and there they were, propped against the [...]
somewhere new, someplace safe: a prayer of coming home
The seafaring pirate has found their treasure and conquered the seas to come back home. The wayfaring adventurer has discovered their lost lands and blazed the trails to come back home. It's over. The adventure has wound down and now it's time to come home. I reflect on the words I wrote the day I [...]
Where Soul Meets Story 