Category Archives: Inspiration
Life: The Surgeon and The Sculptor
Life is a surgeon. With a random hand. It’s impossible to get through it without going under the knife from time to time.
Talking to Myself Talking to God
I’ve decided that God is somewhat more like my dog and a lot less like the popular images of him in the church these days. And if I am wrong about that, I imagine that He is big enough to forgive me.
we can smell wood smoke in the air and taste snowflakes on our tongues
Wonderful post reblogged from Live and Learn by David Kanigan: via we can smell wood smoke in the air and taste snowflakes on our tongues
Rainy Day Writing: Gratitude
Sometimes the sound of the rain pelting the roof at night feels like an assault. Watching it slosh off the roof edge and into the gutters all day is cause for more frustration. Where are the sunny days? Or even the sun-breaks?–those moments of reprieve that turn the lawn into a glittering green shag carpet …
Living in the Four Seasons: Spring
What is this new joy that surprises my days, as fresh as the grass and as precious as a new born calf? What is this wanderlust that makes me want to hit the road and drive for days on impossibly bent roads through rolling hills, green as a dragon? What is this new found fascination with bombastic blue …
‘Cause There’s a Million Things to Be, You Know That There Are — An American Song
In another trying week for America, where the news is filled with stories about corruption and apathy and intolerance and the senseless death of yet more children, it would be easy to retreat into diatribes of anger and despair. I understand the impulse, and see the utility of joining in on the outrage. But I […] …
You Are the Author of Beauty
An excerpt from the book The Eternal Wonder, by Pearl S. Buck, © 2013 by the Pearl S. Buck Family Trust: He put it to Mr. Kung. “Sir, is the purpose of art the enjoyment of beauty, or is it to provide a sort of work, even though enjoyable, for the artist?” Mr. Kung replied …
The Instruments of Comfort
I stepped outside and looked up to see the lights of an aircraft far above. There was something about the normality of that moment that brought a measure of comfort to my broken heart.
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