We hold our joy in the same hands that we carry burdens. We run through nature and find our peace because the world is so very fractious. And for those few moments of breathing deeply and listening to the cicada chorus serenade us, we are okay.
Every creative act we offer to the world is an invitation for others to come into a space we’ve created and curated.
Recently, I decided to start running again. Since I was in elementary school, I’ve been an occasional runner. I am one of those strange people who actually like running, and in each season of life, in every location I’ve lived, sooner or later I start running again.
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Book Club: The Jungle Eff...
Published at Tweetspeak Poetry.
The Wonder of Incarnation...
There is a way back to joy, and the directions are simp...
Poetry and Prose on the P...
Each time I visited Prophetstown after that, I noticed...
From Mourning to Laughter
Published at InTouch Magazine.
Desert Wonderings: How Is...
What God established in the fertile garden of Eden and...
