Messenger or fool? Does it really matter? Maybe it takes being the latter to ever have chance at becoming the first: living, giving, and telling the pieces of us we know better than to share but desire to speak and share all the same. Maybe knowing better isn’t always a faculty of reason but […]
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Journal Pages / Quick Thought
ALIGNMENT
For three days, I have serviced, repaired, and immediately after watched a rotary disk mower-conditioner self-destruct. For three days, I read the manual, servicing all pieces shown, replacing all worn parts, aligned timing marks for disk rotations—all as the manuals instructed—and, on engaging and starting the mower once again, witnessed its immediate annihilation of […]
Journal Pages
MR. LESSMORE
I read to my daughter last night. It was a book we had not shared together in many years; a children’s book that, like most beautiful stories, says something more and different as we grow and learn its telling in different life lights. It told of a man who loved books, who began […]
Journal Pages / Quick Thought
THE PASSION
“But he was wounded for our iniquities, he was bruised for our sins: the chastisement of our peace was upon him, and by his bruises we are healed. All we like sheep have gone astray, every one hath turned aside into his own way: and the Lord hath laid on him the iniquity of […]
Journal Pages / Poetry
SMALL THINGS
Small things mean more than we imagine. Be grateful for when, and in whom, they show.
Journal Pages / Quick Thought
BANKS OF THE RAPPAHANNOCK
I did not know it then, but those would become some of my favorite days: spring in a southern town, reading and writing in the light of the world where war once raged but lives now in a quiet peace; where the end of a river runs over shallow rock shelves before spreading and […]
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SEEK
“…words are life set down on paper. So seek out the company of others.”—Paulo Coelho, Aleph For most of my lived-life, I ran from that. When drawn to another, I believed something in me was wrong, that an attraction and draw was something ugly—a weakness and perversion within me—and it took the better part […]