Thinking and Seeing for Better Being
Daily writing promptDo you need time?View all responses Do I Need Time? Only long enough to love what’s before me. I. The Stone That Laughs A century-old wink for the living. There’s a cemetery near our house where the stones tilt as if listening.Most are polished rectangles that do their quiet work—names, dates, a verse... Continue Reading →
Daily writing promptShare a lesson you wish you had learned earlier in life.View all responses The Collections That Taught Me Grace I collected things once, the way boys do, as if the world could be catalogued and kept. Stamps torn from perforated sheets, slipped from milky envelopes ordered from the Littleton Stamp Company’s ads in... Continue Reading →
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 →
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 →
What does it mean to be truly seen? We don’t outgrow the need to be seen.We just get better at pretending we don’t need it. But sometimes a story—or a line from a stranger’s blog—uncovers something buried.Something like a boy, a crayon, and a lion no one believed he drew. The Lion I was four.... Continue Reading →
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