[serialposts] When I was young I talked to the night sky. I’d sit on a chaise lounge in the backyard or lie on the pool deck and stare at the stars—or what I could see of them from my suburban homestead. I did most of the talking and never let the sky—my tangible...
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[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
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 allowance. I...
[god in the yard] look: contemplation
[serialposts] Contemplation We have been invited. We have been given the rules. We are now asked to contemplate. Such a loaded word. So much baggage has been packed on those few letters throughout the years. But it is the one I consider as I walk down past three...
i am love [thoughts on the #freetolive tour]
I can't stand your religious meetings. I'm fed up with your conferences and...
[god in the yard] rules: the way
[serialposts] Welcome to the world, he says, when I carefully part the...
[god in the yard] woods: invitation
[serialposts] There's something about nature that makes it a holy place. The...
[epistle of james] project wordles
[serialposts]When we complete a group blogging project around here we usually...
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