“Precious things make beautiful flames.”—John Steinbeck in letter to Carl Wilhelmson, 1930
Browsing Category: Journal Pages
HEART, UNKNOWN
Beyond ”being a light,” bear witness to the same, when seen, in another.
MEASURE OF A SOUL
We will hurt people. We will help others. Which we’ve done, and to whom, we will never fully know. This is piece and ownership to living among world of competing hearts. What one wants, so too does another—whether time, object, or something else. When my time in this world is done, I pray […]
THROUGH THE DECADES
I remember, as a child, they were always there. They would save us a pew as my mother and father worked to ready my sister and I for mass, and we arrived “right on time” or “just a little late”—same as I do with our children now. My grandmother and grandfather were there; […]
MORNING GUEST
He sat again with his angel again, resting at kitchen table with steam of coffee rising as sign and incense between vision of the two. “I’ve been reading Deuteronomy,” he shared. “I don’t think I’ve ever read it before, but the review and words of Moses at his end; his reiteration to honor […]
WITH MORNING SUN
He sat with the morning sun, with the cricket songs of late summer season that played day and night within surrounding fields. He sat with the vines, wet in after-rain, as droplets traced, beaded and fell downward from low tendrils and once-trumpet lily blooms brought to fruit by bees and beaks of hummingbirds drawn […]
KEEP WRITING
What’s the point in a story if we don’t believe it ourselves?