Browsing Category: Short Story

        It became for them a sanctuary, hide, and second home wherein willing and in acts—opening, giving, surrendering, receiving—they loved.  In sweep and fall into fast-sudden over floor; in stand of pin and brace to walls; in openness of table’s spread; in raise and sit to heirloom top,  she held in upright and close embrace […]

               Gazing out from porch in view, in share of single chair where she rested to his lap—his arm’s weight and gentle burden felt in the points of her hips and the lightening of his arms to hands at rest, easy and natural, in place and cover of her low lap, knees wide and cross-legged […]

               At evening shade, she walked amongst light and contemplations.  Morning’s gray and wind-driven front of cold blew on into a sky of cerulean clear.                 She thought of dreams.  She thought of stories.  Were there meanings in them both?                 She wondered.                She thought of life and the rare sometimes moments one suspects […]

               “Accustom yourself continually to make many acts of love, for they enkindle and melt the soul.”—Saint Teresa of Avila _____                He’d written the story many times, each time in new and subtle, different guise but always—at root and essence—the same.                He tried again in the morning dark, in quiet and calm of […]

               “That heat is an effect of love can be seen from many things, as that man from inmost grows warm according to his life’s loves, even in midwinter, and that the heat of the sun of this world has nothing in common with this heat; also that man grows warm, is enkindled, and is […]

               “Being is nothing unless it exists; and it becomes something by existing.  So it is with loving and doing, or with willing and acting; for to love, and not do, and to will and not act, are impossible, for they do not exist; but they exist in doing and acting; consequently, when man does […]