day 1.

i couldn't ask for a better day to start my new blog. . .  with my disc chair on the deck,  the neighbor's hound dog howling a few fences away, stack of books, flower pot full of sharpies, listening to some JJ Heller, & drinking up the sunshine of a warm February day in Nebraska.

writing is an opening of the soul. it's hard to do sometimes. i wrote this poem today for a class. . .

 Shalom

There is a time for all to falter
And stray beneath our skin
To wander in some darkness
To wallow in our sin.

And laughter cannot conceal us
Nor gestures bring us peace
But within a realm of vast dimension
We find stillness in release.

Like children we can come then
Encounter a brushing hand

Like the lost one after he squanders

Divinity breaches soiled plans.

Shadowland, shadowland
I will mirror God’s grace
In the ways that I am carried—
The depths... eternal embrace.

peace. love & wonder. . . as we journey through the bits and pieces. . . all the scraps of this thing called life.

-psalm 37: 4