[god in the yard] me: self care

[god in the yard] me: self care

[serialposts] The scream of the coffee grinder startles me and I’m finally awake. “Good Lord, it’s morning.” I whisper coarsely, and I wonder how I got into the kitchen. I smell the freshly ground beans, and I briefly wonder what they’d...
eyes [the gateway to the soul]

eyes [the gateway to the soul]

He sits on a small bench across the room. I watch him, quietly moving steady hands across keys, and the familiar melody of “How Great Thou Art” floats toward me, gently caressing my senses before continuing its journey down the hallway behind me; a hallway often...
[god in the yard] weep: celebration

[god in the yard] weep: celebration

[serialposts] We spend… too little time experiencing the griefs themselves. The result is that these griefs remain hidden and never open us to our joys. ~David Whyte Fingers lightly wrapped around the handles, I escape. I feel the vibration of speed beneath me, my...
the old man and the gumball

the old man and the gumball

I stand in a throng of people, yet I’m alone. People rush from one store to another, hands filled with shopping bags. Small clusters of teens move slowly through the mall, obviously more interested in gossip, laughter, and fun than spending their advance...
the designer

the designer

Life begins with a single cell. The zygote. A derivative of the Greek word ζυγοῦν, which means “to yoke” or “to join”. That’s what the scientist called the cell the first time they viewed this first stage of life through their 17th...