Stonewall
‘shining down / the hills of Moab’
Writings · Page 2
What survives us
Whose accounting of our lives ultimately matters? Those who survive us, or the One Who will wake us from the dead?
I noticed #6: White flowers
‘escapes me / ivory-bright’
I noticed #5: A fly on my window sill
‘careful / I poked it with a stick’
Why do I answer “I’m fine” when I’m not?
“I’m fine” or “I’m good” have been my default answers since childhood.
Babakau
Babakau – an ode to the Fijian tea-time staple.
Rereading Crystal Phillips on Grief, Honesty, and the Page
Sometimes the first kindness we can offer ourselves is to stop asking our pain to disappear, and to tell the truth about it instead.
I noticed #4: An insect on my office window
A busy insect on a busy day
The fourth floor, in August
The building has decided it is August, and everyone in it has agreed to move differently.
Fares and rents
Some encounters last only a few minutes, yet remain with us long after we’ve walked away.