“There is also the growing realization that, while we are journeying toward something holy, the path beneath us is no less sacred. Every day, every struggle, brings us closer to our destination. More truthfully, every day, every struggle IS the destination. For this is not a journey of sight, of knowledge, or logic, or reasoning. It is a journey of mist and fog, of feeling our way blindly with one groping foot, and occasionally crawling on all fours.”
July 1, 2025 The wildness in her soul can no longer be calmed, quieted, subdued, appeased, hushed, quelled, stuffed, or repressed; it must journey deep into the wilderness to meet its match. Perhaps somehow, scientifically, mathematically, or even magically, the paired energies of the wilderness and her own wildness will diffuse themselves, cancel each other
“We fail to understand the Divine, not because we aren’t able to extend our concepts far enough, but because we don’t know how to begin close enough.” –Abraham Heschel- August 15, 2022 I took the kids to eat at a fast food restaurant yesterday after church. The Cracker Barrel had waiting lines out the door,
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Here is Grayson, my sixteen-year-old autistic son, on his second day of work. No, he’s not the kid sitting on the stool with the blurred face. He’s the one hiding behind the white “Skip the Line” sign. A family friend has entered the movie theater, so Grayson has ducked out of sight until she has
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I had a dream last night—more of a nightmare, really. I was auditioning to be an actor in my own book, the memoir I’m attempting to write, which of course, makes no sense. But such is the way our brains stitch our jumbled pieces together while we lay sleeping. My old college coach was running
“In our society, where two-legged, two-armed strong Black men were able at best to eke out only the necessities of life, Uncle Willie, with his starched shirts, shined shoes and shelves full of food, was the whipping boy and butt of jokes of the underemployed and underpaid. Fate not only disabled him but laid a
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