Stories, poetry, narratives of true experience, and guests who have moved me.
There’s a man who stands bewildered in his garage. He can be heard to hum Heart of Glass, while he stands bemused, hands in pockets. His grown kids rake the final leaves, hauling them out by tarpaulin load to the street. Yesterday was his last shift at a patchy part time job. So many youngsters […]
MoreOriginally posted on chopkins2x3:
Is God trying to reach me? I don’t know if there have been divine signs or if it’s my natural proclivity to be drawn to people in need, but I have been noticing more often than usual the stories of hardship, homelessness, poverty, and hunger – and not only the…
Originally posted on TheFeatheredSleep:
Sun filigreed through high tree lines Touching our chosen space with bright finger tips We swing, irregular rhythm, sometimes your momentum, sometimes mine I watch you point your toes and know It is hard to remain calm, not to act upon Desires bound by respect and difference You are a forest…
