Browsing Category: Journal Pages

               In last of night, Annie rose finding him in rest at table, open page, nothing written, a stillness to his being.  He heard her steps, felt her presence, acknowledged, but kept focused in the still.                “What are you waiting on?” Annie asked.                “The sun,” James spoke plain.                Beyond frame and pane […]

               I’m in a bit of a writing slump.  It happens often when we struggle to read, dream, or live that which inspires; when one overworks old veins, or tries to force ideas and themes by power of will rather than tell a simpler story that wants shared.  I’ve found, sometimes, the best stories/works we […]

               “…the self becomes itself only through a transaction of signs with other selves…”—Walker Percy, Lost in the Cosmos _____                Is a self a self without another to show and share itself to?  Maybe that’s a reason, in our isolation or fear of open, honest expression—a society of consumption, imitation, but little true creation; […]

        I saw a rainbow cloud this morning.  I always think it is an angel, prism stripe across high cirrus wisp across from morning sun.  It shone above, turning and angling, it seemed, as I went about my way.  Focusing on work task and losing sight, I looked high again; and it was gone.     […]

        Two hours in, finally, we are still.  We sit and listen as a breeze blows soft through dry oak leaves around, whispered hush on moving wind.         “What’s that?” my son asks, mesmerized and searching.         “That’s the sound of the wind through the woods,” I answer, smiling and […]

        I watch my son rake leaves.  He sings as he goes oblivious to me on patio.  He takes, kicks a ball, rakes more and keeps in song.  He drinks a Coke his grandfather gave him, happy too for the treat.  He walks back to the house, sees me in my chair.         “Oh hi!” […]