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               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; […]

        I saw a rainbow cloud this morning.  I always think it is an angel, prism stripe across high cirrus wisp across from morning sun.  It shone above, turning and angling, it seemed, as I went about my way.  Focusing on work task and losing sight, I looked high again; and it was gone.     […]

        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 […]