Browsing Category: Journal Pages

               For a week now, I’ve burnt a candle of my Granny’s.  I light it when I read, when I pray, and when I write.  In a week’s time, it is nearly gone.  For years now, I’ve burnt other candles—prayer candles contained in safe glass vases, who burn within themselves—flame contained by limit of air […]

        Sitting on porch, I’m “peopled out.”  It’s been a good day.  I’m tired—but not yet ready for sleep.  I tried to relax—watch a little football—but I’m learning (and accepting) that I am old and really don’t care all that much for new and the way things change.  I used to be able to watch college football […]

               “Dad, can I wash this shirt to wear tomorrow?” Owen asked me last night after getting home late from Audrey’s game.                It’s just one shirt, and my inclination is “no,” but I’m learning better not to judge and respond on impulse but to listen and pay attention to better discern and understand the […]

        Far and hard enough to drip sweat when I am through, I rest on a bench and listen to starlings in roost to lights and scattered band of flight across the morning sky.         It’s easy to get complacent, to put off little efforts and actions that improve and tone […]