Friends
It is funny to me, and maybe it is just me, but when I see the people that mean so much to me it is hard to say what I want to. The time isn’t right. The company. The occasion. To tell them how much they mean to me,
Beauty and Grief
She found him here before. On the street. Beneath an overpass. Sitting against a column. Face hardened. Cracked. Like the concrete around him. He seemed lifeless, blending in with hardened environment around him. He would look at her, at least she thought he did, but with soulless eyes that gave
The Word Became Flesh
“In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. All things were created through him, and apart from him not one thing was created that has been created. In him was life, and that life was the light of men. That light
Grief and Fear
“No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear. I am not afraid, but the sensation is like being afraid. The same fluttering in the stomach, the same restlessness, the yawning. I keep on swallowing. At other times it feels like being mildly drunk, or concussed. There is
Milestones
I have been noting certain milestones since my Dad passed. One month. Two months. Other milestones or notable events have transpired or are coming. Christmas. Birthdays. My Dad's birthday. My Mom's. Their anniversary. Today is my oldest son Henry's birthday (March 9). My parents
Awake My Soul
I glanced out the window this morning and saw what I thought was fog. I figured there was no reason to head out for the sunrise. My wife got back from her run and said I better get out there cause the sun was rising (she also needed cream for
Better is a Handful of Quietness
I have been meditating on Ecclesiastes 4:6 "Better is a handful of quietness than two hands full of toil and a striving after wind." As a child I remember playfully wearing myself out, chasing after the wind. Trying to grab it, contain it. Yet, it cannot be
Grief's Course
Navigating grief is not a linear course. Sometimes grief crushes like a breaker. Sometimes it nudges like a gentle swell. Sometimes my days run straight and swift. Sometimes they are erratic and frenzied. Sometimes memories are like the warm sun, putting a smile on my face. Sometimes memories break me,
Words
Sometimes the sun rises and darkness rests heavily on the soul. Words require from us a kind of empathy and imagination and even then, the true meaning of words falls short until we experience their meaning in our lives. Love means little if you haven’t experienced loving parents, siblings,
Jesus Wept
The sun is peeking through the clouds this morning like a child might peek through the lattice of a neighbors back yard. What does it see? Can the sun see the glories and hardships of humanity? I think on that some as I soak up the relative warmth (30°) that
Be Still
I’m drawn to the peace and stillness of the mountains. From here I can see the two highest peaks of Virginia, their normal lines disfigured by clouds. Were I up there I know it would be much colder and harsh. And yet, I’m surrounded by the frenzied activity
I Love You
Its been over a month now. The pain is still there, it shifts and changes. I don’t remember how I left my dad on the last day I saw him, but it was so engrained in me that I know that my last words were “I love you.” along