Thinking and Seeing for Better Being
Daily writing promptWhat's your definition of romantic?View all responses Because real love rarely wears clean boots. Imagine a white-fenced farmhouse, warm in the golden hour.Woods whisper off to the side.A lone cow stares across the field like she owns it.It’s the kind of scene you’d call romantic—a quiet, glowing stillness. Romantic—until you step closer. But... Continue Reading →
Daily writing promptHow do you express your gratitude?View all responses On Salmon, Firelight, and the Gifts We Don’t Earn The ferry dropped us here—with little gear, full hearts, and no real plan. The island would teach us what we needed. We didn’t set out to be minimalist prophets.We just wanted to make it to the... Continue Reading →
"Above all else, guard your heart, for everything you do flows from it." — Proverbs 4:23"Be transformed by the renewing of your mind…" — Romans 12:2"As a pebble is dropped into a still pond, so do our choices ripple outward." — Someone like me Daily writing promptHow do you practice self-care?View all responses When the... Continue Reading →
Daily writing promptHow important is spirituality in your life?View all responses When Thirst Is the Way Back Home How important is spirituality in my life?It’s not a podcast I play when I need to feel inspired.Not a Sunday box to check.Not a tool I keep on the shelf, waiting for things to fall apart. It’s... Continue Reading →
When the Truth Gets Sent to the OfficeSubtle Lies Shift Systems and Souls, from Naboth’s Vineyard to an IB Art Room Daily Prompt: What do you carry that no one sees? Art distorts to reveal. Politics distorts to conceal. These drawings whisper what grades sometimes cannot. Charcoal dust settles like prayer in my art room.... Continue Reading →
Daily writing promptWhat’s the one luxury you can’t live without?View all responses Where final exams are marked in chalk and truth lingers in the silence after the bell. An Art Room Parable of Grades, Truth, and the Scent of Soil There was once a boy named Jaleel who swore he always did his work.He said... Continue Reading →
Daily writing promptIf humans had taglines, what would yours be?View all responses Tag-line on a T-Shirt Plymouth, 1977, and a Porch Where Truth Took Root Basketball ruled our little corner of Plymouth. Coach Frank Schade had us dreaming we could slam-dunk our way to glory if we boxed out hard enough. Tim Halstead didn’t need... Continue Reading →
Daily writing promptWhat fears have you overcome and how?View all responses An Empty Seat, a Full Heart, and a Second Chance to Listen The chair waited—still, empty, listening for the voice that never came. Some fears come loud, like a slammed door or a marching band you didn’t invite.Others just show up with their own... Continue Reading →
A story to remind myself. This is a true account from a summer morning in 1983 or maybe ’84, told first as it happened, then as a mystic might sing it. It’s not here to argue or persuade. It’s here to mark a moment when the unseen pressed close, and a name carried me through.... Continue Reading →
Feel the thaw. Sense the trap. It starts with a thaw—a late-winter lie that crusts the snow and turns the ground to soup. Have you ever watched someone you love step into a moment that looked safe—only to sink? In our country home, a comma between cornfield and farm, the sledding hill called. Long. Steep.... Continue Reading →
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