It happened. Around 5am this morning. I was haunted all night. Uneasy. Elliott woke up with a bad dream and came to our bed for a bit. Then I felt the gurgle. The spin. The twisting rumble of everything inside me demanding exit. Now. So here I am, early afternoon, in bed and exhausted like…
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Buttmonkey
It seems I’m often writing as I watch morning TV shows with Elliott. Alas again … When God calls, we listen. At least we sure hope we do. It’s not necessarily something we want to hear. Nor follow. I find myself in the position of passion and resentment. I feel pushed into exploring and trying…
Read MoreShiver and Shake
It\’s one of those days where everything is directly made to boil me over. I made 5 batches of roasted coffee – 3 to give to one of the pastors, another to brew and share with the band and another for home. That was fine – perhaps a small business will form from my grassroots…
Read MoreThanksgiving
Well, it’s early Thanksgiving morning, the turkey’s in the oven, cranberries cooked, sweet corn bread pudding made, the kids watching the commercials, I mean, Thanksgiving Day Parade, while the air outside is crisp and ready for the bright flakes of snow. Happy Thanksgiving all! Love those around you, cast aside work and worries and invest…
Read MoreMelancholy Rain
There’s a peace and a melancholy kind of comfort that come with these gray daysThere’s a familiar kind of feeling reflected in the skyreminding me of Rochester rainand of all those times I hid my pain It’s hard to believe I’ve come so far from that mausoleum … now in my mind holding the memories…
Read MoreFriendship cycle
I’m fearing there’s a distance coming between us that words cannot fix….a distance that’s swallowing up my belief in what I thought we had I imagine too much hope for what may not be is this real or is it the beginning of the end
Read MoreWintery Discontent
It’s nearing the time of year when everything is bare, gray and lifeless. While being peaceful and calm, winter is often a down time for me. I am often tired. Bored. Listless. Unmotivated. I myself feel all the color disappear, fragile and brittle. I can\’t really be “cabin fever”, as I work in the home…
Read MoreHealing
How can a Presbyterian Church, one over 150 years old, institute a new method of service, while retaining the important and historical aspects of a deeply traditional denomination? That is now a challenge I am to discover, uncover and resolve; along with a team that will hopefully grow and include anyone and everyone interested in…
Read MoreScribbles in the sky
The sky is a brilliant winter blue, dashed with the scribbles of airplane exhaust and the fading breath of clouds. The nip of winter in a the bright expanse, warmed by the steam of fresh coffee and ready to hibernate and sleep till late morning. But the days pass and the urging to sway in…
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