The blurred lense….

It felt unseasonably warm the other day.  My tennis shoe broke through the thin layer of ice on the road, to expose a puddle of free flowing water beneath.  Just beneath the surface of ice cold, lay fresh living water.  The contrast of this struck a chord within. A warm wind from the south I … More The blurred lense….

Brutal Hope…

The whirlpool was dragging me down, deeper further into the darkness of my own hopelessness.  It seems to be only when I succumb to the inevitable pull of that tide, and let my body relax, and my mind be set free, that miraculously I begin to let go…and almost without realizing it, I’m pulled to … More Brutal Hope…

The Little Things

Small thoughts, can often turn into bigger deeds if we pursue them.  This seems to be a choice that we can make. It can be a negative flitting of sorts that interrupts our brain waves, and can sometimes drag us deep into a dark abyss of frustration before we are even conciously aware of it. … More The Little Things

The Harvest…..

There she was…in all of her former glory…. She sat quietly against the old bleached wooden building, and just waited.  A tractor whose best days had perhaps come and gone.  I wondered at the fields she had crossed, at the pungent dirt clods that had become stuck within her treads.  These old farm buildings just … More The Harvest…..