The dark days of winter are fierce here in Minnesota. A little over a week ago, temperatures were above freezing with the snow melting rapidly. A day later, the temperature dropped over 40 degrees. And since then, we’ve been in the now infamous polar vortex.
Archives for 2014
The Nature of Compassion
Musings on the nature of giving and the criteria and emotion that drives who receives and who does not on the streets of San Luis Potosi, Mexico.
Just One More
He was dying. There was no doubt about that. The alcohol had poisoned his body and his mind. She in her fear knew if she couldn’t do anything for him now then that would the end of him.
The Church That Never Was And Always Will Be
This is a place I am drawn to, like a moth to a flame. Each visit reveals new vignettes, new little stories featured in a way I didn’t notice before. Either that, or somehow it’s changed.
The Guitar Player and the Church
The small church was packed with about 250 in attendance and in order to be heard over the din of the “chosen” instrument and other assorted strings and banging things I decided to bring my gigging amp, a 50 watt vintage tube combo.
Devil Juice
Delali Norvor is a teenage writer residing in Maryland. Delali has shared with us one of the poems from a recently published book of her poetry called Baptized in GXLD.
Becoming Me
I clearly remember sitting in my office shaking, tears streaming down my face, all my demons surrounding me while I thought about how to do the impossible, tell my employers I needed a break – I had two bosses so I had to tell my story twice. Clearly my spirit guides felt I needed to really get into the meat and bones of this fear.
What Living in Mexico Has Taught Me
“I have a lot more patience than when I came here. Also, one thing that’s hard to get your head around is that seeing the world from a different viewpoint is neither good nor bad; it’s only a different point of view.” This came from a man I talked to in San Luis de la Paz.
Excuses: Thoughts On Writing Fiction and Poetry
There are times ideas are like the morning dew on meadow grasses and wildflowers in the early hours of a spring morning. Excuses are the warm sunlight burning those ideas off. Ideas are fleeting; they easily evaporate.
Pastoral Dreams
I find Vancouver Island provides a constant source of discovery and wonder for me as we travel up and down the ribbons of highway seeking something that definitively expresses life on the island.