Browsing Category: Journal Pages

               I shared time with my grandparents today.  I do not think in years, but is years since they have passed.                 I went to mas with my father, the same parish where I was raised, but the church is new.                 Walking in, I touched my hand into the Holy Water font that welled […]

               My son threw a fit this morning.  He didn’t want to go to school and made it clearly known.  It is two days before Christmas break and all week, month (maybe the last two) they have had dress up and spirit days that, in effort to express false spirit and exuberance, burnt his own […]

               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; […]