Hands clasped and with no path We will run onward Together, as one Following the voice of our Shepherd, who beckons us, "Come."
Craving to be seen, Make eye contact please Craving to be heard Though interrupted once more from the distractions galore Texts to check, Emails to send Have we lost the real meaning of “Friend”? Electronic self-images Dash our own We can’t even go rest Without our phone Static connections are travesties! Yet what about the … Continue reading Craving to be seen.
Dad awoke to the sound of rustling as if fallen leaves were being trampled, as if a plastic bag of food was being picked at. Our invisible little friend was out for a midnight snack and got caught in the act The blaring alarm blasts Unnerving, shocked me to alert Unalarmed and now slightly … Continue reading Lake Powell
The sky Splotched like the back of a painted, wild mustang Harsh lands Juxtaposed by beauty untamed, Fierce, unashamed. Entrance into this new land was blinded by darkness of the night prior. Landscapes shaped by striped heights rise from distances near and far. Smoke stacks stand stubbornly, smoking. Arriving to the Navajo Tribal Park of … Continue reading Page, Arizona
O wearied and tremulous soul, take heart, be not afraid. Grasp the outstretched hand that so gracefully extends through kind words of strangers, and time with friends through wisps of wind and smells of spring through blossoming petals and birds that sing. O burdened and heavy soul, trust, dive in to the boundless expanses of … Continue reading O wearied and tremulous soul
Morning awoke though I was still in the midst of a dream. Brisk swaths of air buffeted around our family as we shuffled onward, drawn by the magnetic promise of the pink stratus clouds in the distance - prophetic heralds foretelling the coming sun. As the sun opened its sleepy eyes, long eyelashes gently brush … Continue reading The Grand Canyon
The rancor of feet, the way too familiar tunes of repetitious Christian pop music, hillsides peppered with cows bring excitement to our road trip across northern Arizona. Big skies painted with streaks of blue and purple hues of every shade. Little spritely cactus puffs stubbornly cling to the nearby rolling hills, spreading out like a carpet … Continue reading Expedition in the Southwest
Procrastination Pro - crastination Pro - crass - tination Procras - ti - nation Procrasti - nay - tion Procrastination. Hmm.. What was I supposed to be doing again?
Second Response to Silke Roth's "The Paradoxes of Aid Work: Passionate Professionals" Liminality. Silke Roth does a superb job of presenting the realities of aid-workers and pre-aid-workers (those deciding whether or not to enter into Aidland) in her book, "The Paradoxes of Aid Work: Passionate Professionals." He describes the typical aid-worker as a liminal … Continue reading Liminality