What Is Your Favorite Genre? Mine Is Ruach.

Daily writing promptWhat is your favorite genre of music?View all responses Breath, Spirit, and the Sounds Beneath the Noise The WordPress prompt asked:What is your favorite genre of music? A simple question. Jazz. Rock. Classical. Hip-hop. Worship. Lo-fi chill.Pick one. Smile. Move on. But I sat with it for a while—and the question dropped like... Continue Reading →

You Do Travel Light, Don’t You?

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 →

The Grade I Gave—and the Lie It Told

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 →

Three Times I Said the Name

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 →

The One Quote That Ended the Conversation

Daily writing promptDo you have a quote you live your life by or think of often?View all responses A Vision of Silence, Sandals, and Something Greater I collect quotes like rainwater.Some sink in. Some evaporate. Kierkegaard when I’m restless.Rumi when I’m cracked open.Lao Tzu when I need to breathe.Jesus—when I need to be. But I’ve... Continue Reading →

No Anxiety Here

Except When They're on the Roof, Tending the Grill, or Doing Dangerous Things Carefully Spying out the Land What Makes Me Nervous? Henry Enjoying a Summer Moment Not Henry in this moment. Not when he’s lounging in a camping chair—T-shirt, shorts, and bare feet—his head resting on one armrest, knees tucked up, feet gripping the... Continue Reading →

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