That which is concrete must be protected and kept. Maintained. Repainted. To keep face, and name. That which moves, or stays silent, is forever changing, forever fluid, forever unassailable, for what would one assail? If God is nameless, a conclusive name cannot be the reason for war. If God is faceless, then one cannot murder […]Read more "Is Nameless."
As the rain softly falls on the church building outside my window, and out in the distance a plane lands, my ears ring. Both because of years of loud music and podcasts streamed directly into my ears, but also because, this room is quiet. No netflix, not radio blaring downstairs to get over the old […]Read more "Rain"
He was just doing his normal job, on a normal day. He had heard of angels, of the ominous meetings with them and their kind. He never really wanted to experience it, but, he did have some questions that may be answered by such a meeting. Lighting candle after candle he began to get a […]Read more "The Giant."
I turned thirty this week and I thought about what I would tell my twenty year old self, because this decade has been incredible. My twenty year old self had moved out of home into a group house called the house of love. I had gotten a job at a petrol station. I was playing […]Read more "Dear twenty year old me. "
So you get flown in by sweet helicopter and left on the side of a forest and told – “Enjoy, just don’t cut anything down” The insane beauty of the place makes you question why anyone in their right mind would cut anything down in this place. That question grows louder as you walk through […]Read more "A forest"
We are all cups. Made for holding. made for serving. Made for enjoying, made for transporting. We are all cups to be filled to overflow into other cups, filling the other cups to overflow. But as cups we have chips and cracks and shatters and stains and missing handles. sometimes we are left in the […]Read more "We are cups."
It’s days like yesterday that fill me with a sense of satisfaction. A feeling of complete. Not perfection, but like a perfect meal. Full, happy and a little sleepy. I woke up, ate a beloved breakfast and sat in a cafe to write and think and get pictures for the day. Met up with some […]Read more "A ranting satisfying day. "