If we can but be large enough of heart and mind for a time
Oh—there are so many things I want to know but today I am moved with a fear and so my curiosity is small and narrow I want to know—How can…
Oh—there are so many things I want to know but today I am moved with a fear and so my curiosity is small and narrow I want to know—How can…
MY AWAKENING EYES I. I walked out the door of the house this morningand in my face just like thatthere was the whole gosh darn universeinhaling with a great hunger…
I confess to being baffled by the challenges of meeting and engaging with the human world these days. I’ve held back in allowing my creative expressions to flow freely and…
It’s all a question of story. We are in trouble just now because we do not have a good story. We are in between stories. The old story, the account…
Through the grace of the stroke Boyd became a man who ‘lost his God.’ Boyd lost his theology. His religion. His beliefs. His need to posses the Truth. A certain kind of resiliency in Boyd was broken and…he found his heart…. It was as if the covers to Boyd’s Bible had fallen open in such a way as to break the books very spine, and he managed somehow to walk out of the story of his One and Only True God.
I seem to be running from a post! The thinking within it is waking me in the darkness while the moon is now set; the emotions within the writing will not let me sleep.
…part of a social experiment about perception, taste and people’s priorities. The questions raised: In a common-place environment, at an inappropriate hour, do we perceive beauty? Do we stop to appreciate it? Do we recognize talent in an unexpected context?