Its OK to be Different

Its OK to be different, and in fact it's necessary. Albert Einstein was smart but it was his different-ness  that catches my attention.  His intelligence isn't what impresses me,  but his quirkiness totally does, His unusual and uncommon ways of being and doing that gave him an advantage, His ability to hyper focus on things…

the unrighteous steward

I fear that God will tell me that I can burn all my journals, he won’t be needing them, years and years of beautiful words, lost forever. I fear he has no use for the hours I have spent writing, and studying and thinking, that it was all to ‘grow’ me, but now, like training…

The Learning Curve

I learned cursive in 3rd grade, like everyone else born pre- laptops and i phones. However, for the past 30 years, I have chosen a different sort of penmanship, a unique blend of print, created cursive and imagined letters. I never embraced my learned cursive. I rejected it, perhaps because I didn't want to follow…

Into Winter

My Memory of a dog bite in the face   There was a bite in the air. A sharp chill that reminded us summer was long gone, but winter had not yet taken over. It’s mostly a transition time, a period of turning and changing when plans are carved out, but not always understood. It’s…

who do you say I am

when I'm empty of words its because I'm full of questions when I have nothing to give and little to say and sense cannot form and life is delayed I cannot walk forward I barely rise up I'm frozen and awkward despairing and stuck my mind cannot settle its hard to decide confused and afraid…

one small step in my faith place

Some thoughts on optimism and stepping out in faith I’m excited. It could be that I am hungry and planning a really yummy Mexican dish for dinner. I can’t remember that it’s tasty, except I trust my handwriting which I found in big letters across the page, which read “awesome”. I could be excited just…

Un-Cultivated

some personal thoughts on the fruits of discipline My mother, sisters and I rented an old farmhouse when I was 6 years old.  It became our family home for the next 30 years, more or less. It was established and solid in and out, but it had been left abandoned for a long time. My…

The Answer is a Question

My dear friend asked me, “why did you start a blog?” she resurrected the silent voices that kept me from starting a public blog for so long.  I didn’t know how to respond, except “ I just want a place to put all my words and thoughts and maybe encourage other people?” I wasn’t sure…

my first blog

I feel it is quite possible that i need to not make any sense before i sail on the ships of sense making, to my destination of the land of BLOG. A tiny little island, well it looks tiny from where i stand. i am standing on the shores of wish. I look out over…