I’ve been away for a bit, trying to get everything prepared as quickly as possible for knee surgery—the date has moved to this month (December 17)—in the midst of work (and its stressors), communications with the doctors and surgery scheduler (and their sweet kindness and grace), and finally, forcing myself to be quiet enough to... Continue Reading →
Passion is a Bootleg Trophy (Getting Back to my Poetic Roots)
Yesterday morning, I intentionally slowed down. It’s a much-needed practice but a hard one. I broke out Maya and then poet Taylor Mali’s Metaphor Dice (because I wanted to challenge myself to return to my poetic roots). I rolled the dice and got this: Metaphor Dice I paused and pondered for a good 5 minutes... Continue Reading →
The Silent Nights
No one tells you that sometimes, or most likely, most often, your memories might make themselves really comfortable and start mixing with each other.
How Spider-Man: No Way Home Magnified My Grief (A “Dear Danny” Letter)
Dear Danny, Saturday, after work, Chris and I went to see Spider-Man: No Way Home (he had already seen it but I hadn’t. How I avoided spoilers for so long will remain a mystery!). I was not prepared for Marvel’s latest cinematic heartbreak. There were only about 15 people in the theatre with us and... Continue Reading →
The Grace of God is Astounding
Hallelujah, that my inheritance, my portion, is not dependent on me or anything that I’ve done but only—purely—what Christ has done. The grace is God to me, is astounding indeed!
Musings of a Wanderer 