Chirping Cacophony

Chirping Cacophony

Habitually, birds chatter more than usual the mornings before a front blows through. They intrinsically know that food will become temporarily scarce or more difficult to get to when wind and rain obstruct their food source. On such a morning this week, as I sat on...
Hold My Hand

Hold My Hand

I’m angry. I feel abandoned. I’m sad. How can my dear, dear friend have died so suddenly this week? Weren’t we just laughing and talking a few minutes ago? I’m heart-broken. My homeland, Lebanon, is being torn to shreds. The blindness, the...
I Lost Myself

I Lost Myself

I miss my mind, body, and creative self. I lost them on a journey this past year. “How,” you ask? My kind, attentive, life-affirming rheumatolotist retired the previous January. We had slipped into gray-haired senior citizenship together. He was diminutive...
Succulent Personality

Succulent Personality

In the hush of any morning, while the humans in my household are still dreaming, my fur babies and I settle into the corner chair of the study and greet the morning with a cup of jasmine green tea. Today, it just so happens that the garden is resting under a blanket...
Shame, the Negative Imprint

Shame, the Negative Imprint

In Psalms 25, the psalmist is eagerly giving God his heart, the source of his shame. He knows without a doubt that the only way he can live a hopeful life is to be taught new ways of seeing good in himself. He relinquishes his heart into the tender arms of God’s...

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