Becoming in 3 Acts


Stained Spiral

Act 1, take it apart. Break it down to its elements. Act 2, analyze it. Inspect each one and purify. Act 3, build it again. This time stronger. Thus the alchemy of becoming who you are. One that never truly ceases. Not even when you do.

The armor of love


IMG_4462

Have you seen the movie Crash? It’s powerful. Several seemingly unrelated story lines meander throughout the film, ultimately intersecting at various points later on. One of these intersections occurs between an immigrant shopkeeper, at his wit’s end, and a locksmith, trying to make ends meet for his family. The shopkeeper approaches the locksmith on the […]

Burying yourself alive


You’ve been given a gift. A spirit to explore. A mind to entertain a world where you shape it in some way that, once touched, can never return to its former, lesser state. Whatever that gift is, it’s uniquely yours. It whispers and nudges and proposes and fantasizes. Others may have this same gift. But […]

Tea party peace offering


IMG_1447

Adeline can be a handful. So sometimes you have to be firm. A few nights ago at dinner was one of those times. It got awkward. For Adeline. She handled it well. Eventually. After I returned from my bike ride, and watered the plants, she invited me up to her room for a tea party. […]

Living different lives


We live the happy life. When things are good. Sorrow is more of an idea than a reality we can remember. We live the serious life. When the world is full of reality, not ideas or mere memories. We live the single life. When it’s just you and your thoughts and your judgements and grace. […]

That kind of person


I enter the elevator in the building where I keep an office. I tap the access card to the sensor and press 3R. There is a strong odor of cigarette smoke. So strong that it’s reasonable to wonder if the smoking had taken place in the elevator. I assume the culprit is part of the […]

Scar stories


I’ve got a scar on my right index finger. From when I collided with Brian Voelker turning the corner of the church on my bike. My finger when into his spokes. It still curves away a bit. You can best tell when I line it up with the same finger on the other hand. My […]

Something a bit more grande


Expectations are skilled at sneaking up on you. We swim in a sea of them but we don’t always recognize their power over our actions. Expectations do have a say in what we do or don’t depending on whether we think we’re living up to whatever expectation-of-the day we encounter. We’re dealing with your standard expectation types. Nothing […]

The Atlantic Ocean


The Atlantic Ocean is dark at night. Except for the waves crashing. And some lights across the way. The sound of the waves is like a whisper. They tell the shore to be calm. They say this is the routine. But the shore has a bad memory. So it needs to be reminded. That there […]