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There are things my heart and mind will never be in concert over. The death of someone I loved is one of those things. Human nature can be so contrary.  How do I grieve for a man who in life found a million ways to both infuriate and endear? The anniversary date of Keith’s passing was…

It is December, and the world feels too loud, too fast, and too demanding. “Happy, Merry and Joyful” greet me at every turn, but in all honesty, the words and traditions associated with the Holidays often leave me wishing for a quiet place to hide until the advent of a new year.  Time has undoubtedly…

“How can we seek a compassion that can stand in awe of what ‘people’ have to carry, rather than stand in judgment at how they carry it?” It was a Sunday morning, and I was, as is typical of most Sunday mornings, harried and rushed.  By the time I wrestled open the heavy doors of…

I love the early morning, that momentary gap, where the borders of day and night are ill-defined.  The momentum of life is stilled, and the air is uncluttered with conversation. There is a quiet sense of something lost, and yet I know that in the deepest dark before dawn, God is preparing for the arrival…

“Be gentle little thunderstorm; the world is just not ready”  ~ A.J Lawless On summer days beside the sea, there is a gentle rhythm to life.  The tempo is lazy, and the timbre is mellow and mild.  But as the oppressive heat of mid-day reaches its peak, the horizon begins to blush a bluish-black.  A…

Resting on the roots of an old oak, I leaned back against its knotted trunk to consider the passing of time.  I felt, in those moments of nostalgia, a small resurgence of my five-year-old self…a quiet little warrior of a girl, reminding me of who I was before time told me otherwise. My children, no…

I am not fond of the game of Hide and Seek. As a child, I would participate, but with unspoken hesitancy, for my inclination was counterproductive to the goal of the game.  My desire as a child was to disappear.  At five years old I can remember hours spent contemplating the transience of life and…

I see you.  I watch your eyes widen, and your lips purse as a pronounced red blush spreads across your face.  You can’t just walk away as that would be rude, and you don’t have anything further to ask because there is, quite frankly, nothing more to say.  And so you shift uncomfortably from right…

I am an introvert.  I sought for many years to define the marked restlessness of a soul driven by the desire to communicate in a wildly expansive and profound way and the equal craving for sanctuary and introspection.  While I have come to embrace this personality preference, it tends to lend itself to a complexity…

There is a house that I love.  It is not mine and its inhabitants are unfamiliar to me, but it is an alluring structure.  Magnolia trees line the gentle curve of the drive as if to beckon visitors to lean in, and the neatly trimmed lawn and carefully curated rose bushes that pepper the exterior…