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Can I Do This?

Like most every morning for quite awhile now, upon waking I think of what is ahead not only this day, but in future days… This morning, before putting my feet on the floor, I formed this sentence:I CAN’T do this. I WILL put my feet to the floor. THESE are the terms. For the rest of my life. At 9:20 am on this Sunday morning, I am still loosely organizing in my mind what I will tackle today and in...

Timeless Distilled Theology

Today in the late afternoon after being indoors focusing on mentally draining tasks and absorbed in backburner melancholies of sorts, I just had to get outside for my daily dose of that which is good for my soul. With so many outdoor tasks calling to me in the autumn as preparations for winter hasten, I found myself gravitating toward going into my small back pasture area to continue picking up black walnuts and shagbark hickories. I suppose my older son’s...

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...