Browsing Category: Journal Pages

        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!” […]

        Picture couldn’t capture all—details of the sky: amber  underbellies of undulant clouds, violet in their folds and space between, slow shift and rearranging, living canvas that was God’s; one which from beginning man has always witnessed but failed to notice now as often as before.  The beauty was always there, on days and eves […]

               There is a freedom that comes in recognition and admission that nearly all one’s ever made or written is a fiction.  With embracement of the fact, gone is burden and bound of happened truth.                 Free is possibility.  A story is not fixed from beginning but is free to be and shape into whatever […]

        We all have a point of departure: when we chase or give up on the dream; when we commit to the effort and risks of attaining, or concede to commonality, which maybe is not so bad, but asks nothing of risk and effort and the potential for failure is certain, but less […]