Tag Archives: God
on Boston, babies and tomorrow.
when will the day rest and settle soft, one day quietly leaning into another fear forgotten …love remembered words spoken gentle and without pay lunatics, come home to a place forgotten in flames of somewhere once over-trodden set still, cease … Continue reading
the loss of effective parenting.
I see their smiles now easy and free. Peace quiets worry at this sight. And joy fills my heart in the deep of night. Most days lived under our shared roof sprawl out without much difficulty. Comfort and security … Continue reading
parent as prophet.
The architect must be a prophet… a prophet in the true sense of the term… if he can’t see at least ten years ahead don’t call him an architect. Frank Lloyd Wright The same must be true in parenting also. … Continue reading
A Deeper Family :: tipping the scale.
The day never holds enough minutes and moments. It never seems enough; the effort given, the time split, the little sacrifices made here and there, the want for more quality time, all feel like sand slipping through fingers. Life. It … Continue reading
2.
Two. What are two years worth? Can days be discarded, undesirable and unwanted ones? In a telling shortness, the two years behind me are worth all that’s ahead. I’ve cursed plenty of those days playing the victim drunk stumbling on … Continue reading
in a moment much too big.
“We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, … Continue reading
in homage and honor.
“Tomorrow found in today; what’s ahead discovered in days behind.” This has become somewhat of an echoing mantra and anchoring core value in my life. Often what we need for today and beyond lies in the path behind us. A … Continue reading
a confession.
::I’m not always okay. Days hang without home in the quiet. Not all days, some. I drift out with the tide receding, fleeing from shore, the sand on fire. And all I want to do is float. Maybe sink a … Continue reading
God in context.
I went away alone for a four day writing weekend to make progress on finishing my book, the first one that I’m writing. 60,000 words or so all dripping with life, mine. A view fixed from my eyes at life … Continue reading
I pushed her into the water.
Clean. Pure. Sacred. Water, a symbol of new. Our hearts, no matter how young, dirty with old bearing the weight of choices as old as humanity. Sweat dripping from brow returning to the dust from which it once came living … Continue reading