Suffering creates space enough for us
to know that we are alone
and in need of the omnipotent
and perfect love of our Maker.
It is not so large a price to pay
to see and step again
into and through
the small doorway of God’s peace.
It is the work we can only do from here
as our little selves;
mistaken mortals longing for Home.
Yesterday was not a particularly good day. I wallowed and ate and watched tv and sulked and called out to God a few times but it was like yelling into the grand canyon… all I could hear was me – me – me. Well, that plus this incessant screaming in my head! Continue reading Rain On My Parade
In the personal sense: torque is the pull of doing what is wrong against the right that I know. Tensile is the test of how long I can continue thinking and behaving, in opposite directions than loving ways, without completely breaking, and falling apart.
Two very human conditions we live within; both displaying the existence of good and the good sense in each of us. Continue reading The Torque and Tensile of Tinnitus
Wednesday is the last day of the year; a realization that strikes panic like a stitch in my side when running.
Oh wait, I haven’t been running since I turned 41. That look back makes this like child’s play – a few days in a year is nothing to twenty. And yet, like yesterday or twenty years ago I am again heckled to hate myself and plan my diet-cure by December 31. Continue reading Finding Normal
I’ve been trying to bend words to post to the blog; they’ve stubbornly hung back in protest and resistance just outside the margins.
Then, I exchanged short notes with a new acquaintance, and how it flowed! The celebration of words spoken, and not; spirit and practical partnerships discovered by just moving through the day. Continue reading Found Puzzle Peace