Remaining

The plants around our home are now withered. When I was very young my grandfather and I once visited his Aunt Lena. She was a very frail old woman who lived by herself just east of my grandparents’ home. I remember a Spring–the sun was overhead, as I can remember the shadows of my grandpa and myself being cast upon the clay as he was … Continue reading Remaining

Sweet Resilience

Hidden inside the box, life was much easier.  In ’97-’98 I was living with my father, but I think I began to notice those things that struck me as odd before moving in. The visits to his dumpy duplex in the middle of a very run-down part of the city always seemed to put me in a peculiar state. Pulling up to the grey and … Continue reading Sweet Resilience

Thinking Of You

“You have to take the good with the bad.” I remember a friend of mine saying this many years ago. There is no telling what the situation was at the time that served as the reason why he had said it to me, but the simplistic truth of his statement still resonates. There was a big life-altering situation that occurred last night. I sat outside … Continue reading Thinking Of You

Your Calm Beneath

In hindsight, the quest for understanding God had really screwed me up. My mother and I had a treacherous conversation the other day. It sometimes ends up being a disaster, and it’s usually my fault. It is difficult for me to listen to a miserable and repetitive cycle of thought patterns that are conveyed in the same series of words nearly every time I meet … Continue reading Your Calm Beneath

Mask of Mind

The watcher witnessed the children at play, and he wondered how a loving God could send them to a place called Hell. He took off his mask for a moment, and he felt the sun’s warmth cover his very being. The watcher closed his eyes and thought of his own child; no longer among the other children. Gone away. Under a mound of earth. No … Continue reading Mask of Mind

The Enigma Of Being Comfortably Uncertain

There was a truth that presented itself this afternoon on my way home from the workplace. Maybe it was more of a collection of truths? As any reader could probably gather when visiting the blog and especially the last several posts, my focus has shifted to the acknowledgment of just how much I identify myself with mind: the voice that never stops chattering within me. … Continue reading The Enigma Of Being Comfortably Uncertain