For God so loved the world...he gave us an extra hour to write this weekend. Creeping up on the 50,000 word mark with a goal of 120,000. I'm guessing this is true whether we're writing fiction or fact but I find it hard to linger in the details of certain stories because I'm excited to…Read more Book Report
PTSD
Washing the Water
Before leaving us, Masaru Emoto was proving that compassion and happy thoughts could heal not only our bodies and minds but also the planet. The Ghostbusters also proved this theory with scientific tests on ectoplasm, so it's gotta be true. Our bodies are made of 70% water. Drinking nontoxic water really is like changing the…Read more Washing the Water
Hopefully Devoting
This morning's devotion: Healing; My body responds to the flow of divine energy within me. For just as the Father has life in him, so he has granted the Son also to have life.-John 5:26 The best part was it spoke to last nights prayers, almost verbatim. I prayed to live safely, normally, peacefully in a…Read more Hopefully Devoting
Christ Almighty
"What's a soup kitchen?"-Paris Hilton "I get half a million just for showing up at parties. My life is like, really fun."-Paris Hilton "If it bleeds we kill it."-Arnold Schwarzenegger "People all over the world recognize me as a spiritual leader."- Steven Seagal Who compares to God? The rulers of this earth count for nothing.…Read more Christ Almighty
Pry
Homesick for unopened boxes packed in a rush before the next storm would surely come Covering roads leading out, preferably, permanently south It's been cold here too long Like their hair in old pictures I didn't mind the recurring memory of him pushing her head through the wall until hearing confirmation that it hadn't been…Read more Pry
Joy De’spite
Jaune ballon In spite of me Crooked crook Being Disjointed joined the day Seized in confining Paralysis A permanently paused life We wanted to count two Beyond limitations To taste life, like you To touch life, like you Walking, talking, living Free The unintended rebellion Jaune ballon Perched on the warm breeze towards a heaven…Read more Joy De’spite
Cardboard Box
The mint mouthwash and vitamin C On Sunday mornings signified Return to cinder On the burning street They'd take her food, sleep, peace Possibilities She'd come to collect in the blaring porch light gathering plastic baggage Under the stares And familiar scent of a cold cheek Everything we store away must be addressed Return to…Read more Cardboard Box
Whittle
Chip, chop, chisel Strip away Uncover Are we there yet? What do you make of me? What am I allowed to control? Barking splinters with a thunking axe Strike, hammer, divide Block, pound and sever Years of growth reduced to kindling Unkind scraps Hold a smoldering spark clinging to dryer lint I'm freezing to death! …Read more Whittle
Amas Veritas
God said, what you're doing wrong is simple. You think you're all alone. You think you're separate from everyone else... I'll give you a solution in three sentences that'll change your life. I said great, what is it? He said, you're one with everyone. There's no one who is separate from you. What you do…Read more Amas Veritas
Writing on a Wall
Walk the burning street and live there. Unlikely alternatives forcing you to peel off sticky labels conveniently slapped where understanding wants to be. You don't know me. You don't know mine. No need for explanations. Chin up buttercup. You got this. * Resilience counts as a blessing for sure. For more poetic blessings head over…Read more Writing on a Wall
Born in Providence 