A wholeness
Friday, April 17, 2026
Good
A wholeness
Tuesday, April 14, 2026
Growth
I wrote this back in September as I was contemplating ending a long term relationship with an avoidant. I had been evolving and growing into healthy boundaries for quite sometime. Interesting, but expected, when I grew distant he pulled me towards him. Thing is, I had grown too much.
You don’t want what I want
And maybe that’s alright
We walk a while together
And fade off into the night
maybe a light will shine out
A friendly door will open wide
I don’t hate you for
Not wanting to
But I need to step inside
You want to live the lonely
Baby, that’s your choice
But I’m not one for silence
I need to hear another voice
Maybe someone will call out
My name on his lips
I don’t hate you for
Not speaking it
But when it calls, I am his
I see a porch with rockers
A sunset, a sunrise
I see a hope for love
That’s spoken out in pride
I see a place where my heart
Feels right at home
You don’t want that
And I’m sorry
This journey is my own
Seven years now, that’s a long time
To never settle down
I feel like I’ve been lost
Making circles on the ground
The years they have been flying
But joy can still be found
I love you and I’m sorry
I’m turning back towards town
By and by we’ve walked along
Somewhere I lost my map
Let you chose the way
And you led me
Going nowhere, so fast
This road is long and empty
You rarely hold my hand
It looks so bleak and changeless
And now I understand —that
Somewhere I laid my dreams down
Somewhere I lost me, too
Left behind in the distance
So I’m turning myself around
I’m turning myself around
I’m turning myself around
So long, so long, so long
You can go your own way
Honey, I’ll go mine
Thank you for your time, love
Good bye now, good bye
Saturday, April 11, 2026
Thoughts on birdsong
Heard the honking
Saw the familiar V
A flock of geese
Flying overhead it
Transported me
A child laying in bed
Early moments of a grey dawn
Hearing the geese
Calling to each other
The comfort, the wonder
Where were they going?
Watching them, their
Familiar formation
Easy switch offs
Later my mother explaining
Me, the child absorbing
Year after year, experiencing
The same moment
Finding peace in regularity
Recognizing
With a warm joy
Filling my heart
Kinship with the younger me
How many flights
How many moments of wonder?
Murmurations of starlings
Awestruck my eyes locked to
Serpentine dances across the sky
Beauty and community
Capturing my thoughts
The privilege of being part
Of the audience
For such grand displays
Flash forward, laying in my bed
On a Florida twilight
The smell of jasmine
The call of whippoorwills
Contentment enveloping me
Babies sleeping in their beds
Husband warm beside me
The world and its rhythms
Again, linking souls with mine
Time skips to
Ohio predawn spring
Nesting birdsongs
I listen from my quiet house
So satisfied to be a part of this world
And in the now
Which shall become my past
Exultation as the starlings landed in my trees!
A thousand included me in the midst of their conversation!
Though time flies like the birds
The husband has passed and the children grown
The memories of the moments live
The birds still call to each other
And I still connect
With them and
To all of the ages of me
Who have thrilled
In this rapport
We still do
We will
Monday, April 6, 2026
Loving neighbor, loving enemy
Christian means “little Christ.” It was a label to designate people who chose to follow Jesus. True Christians are characterized by love for others, obedience to God's word, and possessing the Holy Spirit, making them children of God. Jesus taught to love your neighbor as yourself, love your enemies, pray for those who persecute you, and do good to those who despitefully use you. There are ZERO examples in Christ’s teachings of rejoicing in the death of enemies, hatred for those who believe differently, mockery of the poor, etc.
Why is it then that so-called believers, post video after video fear-mongering over Muslim residents of the US? Did Jesus criticize the Samaritans for their beliefs and encourage his disciples to hate them or live in fear of them? On the contrary, he made a Samaritan the hero of a parable. He engaged in relationship building with the Samaritan woman at the well.
As far as the Romans, Jesus also looked for connection. He praised the faith of the centurion soldier and healed his servant. He did not demand that this Roman centurion convert before doing good for him.
Then there are those rejoicing in the war crimes against Iran, compiling their hatred of people who are different with their desire to blow up the world because they believe Jesus will come back and rescue them. Jesus’ ministry often focused on the one who was forgotten, rejected, or damaged. He looked with compassion on those who were “othered.” There is nothing in His teachings which suggests He would do anything other than challenge any system that considers human suffering an acceptable consequence.
These false Christians often use an utter misapplication of the epistles of Paul in an attempt to justify this behavior. Paul *must* be read through the lens of Christ. You also need to consider the audience, the historical context, and the literary techniques. (Some of the stuff I see people use to justify their twisted theology is caused by neglecting to understand Paul’s use of sarcasm and hyperbole). Paul followed Jesus. He sat at Mars Hill and looked for common ground. Look at his life and he never engaged in the behavior these false disciples promote and participate in.
Do you know who Jesus did criticize? The Pharisees. The self-righteous uber-religious who had problems with everyone who didn’t do things just like them. What did He call them? Broods of vipers, white-washed tombs, children of hell, snakes, blind guides.
Christians like this (many of whom are Christian nationalists) are *every bit* as dangerous as any Islamic extremists. Look at their fruit! Starting illegal wars & cheering them on, kidnapping, abusing, and even killing immigrants. Cheering on genocide. Starving the poor, denying care for the sick. Protecting pedophiles.
Ultimately, Jesus told us exactly how to spot the difference between a disciple and a wolf: "By their fruit you will know them." Fear-mongering, warmongering, and the mockery of the marginalized are not the fruits of the Spirit. They are the fruits of a heart that has replaced the Gospel with a quest for power. We must decide which we value more—the comfort of our prejudices or the radical, sacrificial love of Christ. One leads to the "whitewashed tomb"; the other leads to the life Jesus actually called us to live.
If we claim the name of Christ, we must also claim His character. We cannot worship a Savior who washed the feet of His betrayer while we post vitriol about our neighbors. It is time to stop hiding behind a distorted theology to justify a lack of empathy. If your "Christianity" requires you to hate, fear, or dominate others, it isn't Christianity—it's just a political identity wrapped in a stolen shroud. Let us return to the actual words of Jesus: love your neighbor, love your enemy, and let your life be a testament to the peace He actually preached.
Saturday, February 21, 2026
Making history
Your history
World history
We are a compilation
Of Moments
Some tied together with string
Some flowing like a spring creek
Some which anchor us in self
Others that weigh us down like granite blocks
Our history may repeat
Or it may rhyme
It may teach us
Or shame us
At 3am
With can’t sleep
Recollections
Of guilt, embarrassment
Or loss
Regardless it builds us
Brick by brick
Second by second of lived
Occupied time
Making us as people
Or communities
Or nations
Our histories can intersect with
Baggage we bring into
Our relationships
Patterns of behavior
Formed in our before
So here we meet
And our timelines converge
“Our” history has begun
How will it unfold?
Saturday, February 14, 2026
The Long Game
Biding my time
I’m playing the long game now
Enjoying the journey
Exploring who you are
Unveiling me
Slowly, every day
A new discovery
An appreciation
Of friendship
And warmth
Building better
From the rubble
Of what went before
The viscosity of time
Thickens, enriching
The flow of moments
With each savory
Second
Sweetly lengthened
No rush
As we see
What tomorrow
Brings