Suddenly it all made sense
My heart was broken
Long before the cracks began to show
Holding my breath
To get through harsh punishment
Quiet shallow breathing
To ensure I’m not noticed or called out Read the rest of this entry »
Telling the Truth
connecting the dots of my life
March 24, 2016
March 22, 2016
rugged road signs
Dad on the right with his older brother, farming in the Midwest, 1920s or 30s.
they journeyed
by rugged road signs
each with its distinct
look and character
weather-beaten
numbered and lettered
pointing the way
luring them on
from here to there
over miles of unexplored
wilderness and wasteland Read the rest of this entry »
March 21, 2016
Before I got my eye put out
How is your sight? What captures your attention? Despite Emily Dickinson’s opening phrase, I don’t think her poem is a lament for lost eyesight. What do you think? My comments follow her poem. Read the rest of this entry »
March 20, 2016
our inmost garments
MacDonald has death on his mind. Not death as a process, but death as the proper goal of life. His images are positive, though the realities he names aren’t usually welcome. My comments follow. Read the rest of this entry »
March 18, 2016
Going to Seminary | Part 16
California clothes in Savannah, GA, summer 1974-75. Photo taken by my father.
Just reading Part 15 made me wince. I’m in a no-win cycle. From my point of view in 1974-75, I had three choices as D’s wife: Read the rest of this entry »
March 15, 2016
Lighter than air | Update
Right now I feel lighter than air! This morning I met with an electro-physiologist for a second opinion about my heart. He was direct, personable and clear.
When I left his office, I felt my stress and anxiety begin to lift. My next step will be Read the rest of this entry »
March 13, 2016
Farewell, my dove!
Do you know when and how to prune a grapevine? George MacDonald wrote this sonnet in August, when grape leaves often begin dropping naturally, hopefully exposing clumps of ripe grapes. My comments follow his sonnet. Read the rest of this entry »
March 11, 2016
Memories and Old Photos
before my eyes
they swim
in salt water
old photos
fresh with memories
I blink
reluctant to move
my eyes
tears water
my face
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Christmas stockings in Altadena Read the rest of this entry »
March 10, 2016
Going to Seminary | Part 15
I don’t remember exactly when the cracks started to show. It was sometime in 1974 and 1975, my second and third years as a student at Fuller Seminary. Little things began piling up that I thought D and I would never have to deal with.
Nothing spectacular. Just the Read the rest of this entry »
March 8, 2016
A Lament and a Confession
How loathe I’ve been
To squander this life
To cast to the wind
Or drop into the ground
What I cannot save Read the rest of this entry »
Telling the Truth 