The Glassblower’s HeartBy Sarah E. Skwire It is not stable. It has never been.It’s fifteen thousand brittle, jagged shardsWhich impersonate a whole. Innately marred,It could explode at any time–just whenYou least expect it, like as not.The threat of loss and injury is all too real.You have to heat it. You…
Holy Springs, Open Doors, and Coming Home from Another Direction
Again I find myself returning to the theme of home, how a place can call you back long after you’ve left it, and how returning isn’t always going backward. Sometimes it’s a forward movement from another direction, a circling flight that finally brings you to where you were always meant…
Heat, Hummingbirds, and the Hazards of Creativity: Notes from the Torch
Heat, Hummingbirds, and the Hazards of Creativity: Notes from the Torch This morning began with clarity, the rare kind. A soft, cooling breeze slipped through the Ozark hills, and for a brief, holy hour the world felt fresh… and so did I. My mind was sharp, ideas were flowing, and…
There’s No Place Like Home: Can You Ever Go Home?
There’s no place like home but can you ever go home? Conventional wisdom seems to say no, you can never go home. Such wisdom would suggest that once you leave, things change and try as you might it’s awful hard to find your way back to that which you left….
Word Painting
Word Painting By +Brian Ernest Brown, CWC It is often said,a picture paints a thousand words. It is also true,that words can paint a vivid picture. Albeit sometimes,the phrase, fuck my life, says it all.
Good Intentions
Good IntentionsBy +Brian Ernest Brown,CWC 11 March 2001 Oh, how my good intentionsswirl around me throughout the day.Like ghosts they seem to haunt me,but they never fly away. Those gossamer threads they lead me,down a well worn path in life.A path I’ve taken too often,a course that’s wrought with strife….
Who Does God Hate?
I was thinking about the quote from Anne LaMott I posted the other day on my Facebook page. I noticed folks copied and pasted it all over the place.Here was the quote: “You can safely assume that you’ve created God in your own image when it turns out that God…
Betrayal: That Cold-Hearted Kiss
I had written this several years ago after Holy Week and Easter. And I thought it appropriate to post it here at this time. I hope you find it as illuminating reading it as I did writing it. Blessings upon your head, your heart, your home, and your own loved…
Hoping For Resurrection
on the back of an ass riding into town faint praise turns to criticism all too often in a garden of woe lies are the seeds and betrayal is the perennial bloom thorns are treacherous hanging betwixt heaven and earth suffering and forsaken lost and alone crying out love and…
Gift of Love
loveit’s alli have to givei made it for you and you aloneit was created from my image and experience of youit’s an original work of art crafted by me for you alonei’m sorry it may not be what you wanti’m sorry it may not be what you needit’s all i…
