Tapestry I am weary of the mystery, My bones ache on the backside Of the tapestry. Behind reflections meaning hides. Give me the object of the metaphor, A one way door. I am trying to piece together The afternoons of kisses in a hammock, The lonely tears on the bathroom floor, The piano and around... Continue Reading →
Home is like my favorite picnic blanket. The yellow blanket first caught my attention for its soft, pale coloring and quilted texture. Yet for all that, I don’t believe I can honestly say that I chose the yellow blanket. Rather, it seems it adopted me. I say this because I don’t quite remember how it... Continue Reading →
Certainty is certainly a thing to be admired. Assurance a thing to applaud. A steadfast nature something to cherish - mountains and marriage vows, unrelenting conviction and martyrs' deaths. I am finding that there is little that is not finite and fickle. Stones that have stood a thousand years end in flame, and mountains -... Continue Reading →
*some thoughts atop an almost 9,000 ft peak* I am weary of ghost towns By Man’s fleeting cares worn down. I am weary of words that Tumble out and tumble out But have nothing to give. Take me North and far to live. Take me to the mountains - Where far are thoughts of... Continue Reading →
The Sierras are lofty and long. They stretch on and on, ever reaching out their arms. Unlike the Rockies they are thin on the horizon. A sight to behold, yes, but if one blinks they will never see them fully. The Sierras are here in an unblinking view in Segantini’s painting of the Alps, the... Continue Reading →
Okay so some of these aren't quite thoughtful, but none of them are flat out stupid. And besides sometimes the worry and stress of life is reason enough to step back and enjoy something that doesn't require much brain power but puts a smile on your face. Here's my list of such movies. Enjoy! And... Continue Reading →
My British Lit class is finishing up the year with a reading of The Screwtape Letters. So far I'm enjoying it very much as it is not only witty but wise and convicting. Through Screwtape's advice to Wormwood on how to keep Christians far from Christ, and non-believers from coming to Him, it is made abundantly... Continue Reading →
To this day, I'm not sure how many times second grade me watched and read The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe. I remember pretending I wasn't interested in the book so my mom wouldn't have the satisfaction of being right that this was indeed a good recommendation - the best book I'd read in all... Continue Reading →
I have known loss And I have known gain. I know what it is To wail in the night And smile in the day. And I know who it is that remains unmoved in it all. Whose hand I clutch and kiss In both storm and sun. Whose eyes remain ever fixed When mine rove... Continue Reading →
