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

Looked up today

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

 Something that baffles me which I see all over FB lately is supposed “Christians” sharing hatred for Muslims and love for war, lust for dominance, and a complete lack of humility. 


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

 My 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

 Tired of impulse

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