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The Art of Aloneness

The sense of being alone is far too common in this world.  Some of the most obvious reasons are the widow, the orphan, the misfits, the divorced, and yes, the unhappily married…just to name a few. I imagine the ways each person who finds themselves in alone places either regularly or from time to time are as unique as the person.  There is a quotation I’ve liked that came from James Taylor in one of his documentary interviews: ​ “To me, very...

Jesus, Our Mediator

Our relationship with Jesus is the most personal and precious and open and vulnerable relationship we can imagine and cultivate.  In my view, it is one where there are no rules.  No right or wrong way to talk to Him and with Him.Because we can trust that the gentlest of hands – His hands – will sift through the wheat and the chaff of our expressions – keeping and especially acting upon what He knows to be good, right and...

The Rubik’s Cube of Divorce

​​I once sat with a trusted clergyperson and touched upon various things from my first failed marriage. I said to them, like I have said at times to a few other people:Divorce is like a Rubik’s cube you cannot solve. You just keep turning and turning over all the various parts – where did this go wrong – what if I hadn’t married this person – then I wouldn’t have my children – what if this?…what if that?…did I fail...

You Came To Me

The following is a writing (with accompanying artwork above) that I did in December 2018 and want to share on the 42nd anniversary of my father’s death. ​​ YOU CAME TO ME Daddy I saw you in a dream once. It was dark and there was a tree in the far distance that was illuminated. You were under the tree clutching your chest and I knew you were having your heart attack. I ran to you like I do every...

WHAT KIND OF MOTHER ARE YOU, ANYWAYS!!!!! (Part I?)

Disclaimer:  The names contained herein have been changed,​to protect the innocent, the very very very innocent! They will only be lovingly referred to as: OFFSPRING #1and OFFSPRING #2Please proceed…with tender caution! ​The room was half-darkened late that night as I sat dialoguing with my first-born male Offspring#1, and his female friend… She turned to my first-born male Offspring #1 and said:“What do you love the most about your mother?” I froze inside. From a 10-foot distance I locked my piercing blue...

Considering the Birds in One Thousand Words

This morning I began my daily routine of brewing coffee and looking out my patio door watching birds come and go from my feeder.  I remembered once again a written expression I had intended to form several months ago. I remembered making a brief comment online in January that I planned to write about birds that day – after Facebook brought up a memory from the previous January 2020 where I photographed my feet in black socks touching the floor...