Seasons and Tail Winds.
August 21, 2009
Did I ever tell you about The Summer That We Were Homeless? It rivals the Winter at Madison Street, in that the temperatures were extreme and the living conditions were sparse and demanding. Before I tell you about the former, let me tell you a bit about the latter, so that you can appreciate the comparison.
623 Madison Street. It was a dilapidated old house, whose three stories stood abjectly on the corner, anchoring a long block of tired, ignored houses. If you squinted and cocked your head to the side a bit, you could perhaps imagine what turn-of-the-century life would have brought to this historic street, but upon making direct eye contact, the chipping paint and broken windows sighed an undeniable air of abandonment. Of life inhaled from the parlors and porches and instead exhaled into distant suburbs and rubber stamp duplexes somewhere on the outskirts of town. This was how we found her. 623 Madison Street. Read the rest of this entry »
Then.
July 9, 2009
Honesty that beckons fear.
Tracing steps that led me here.
Washed away in strings of years.
There’s no way back. No way back.
Yesterday was not my home.
In Egypt’s desert where I roamed.
As manna’s taste is too well-known.
There’s no way back. No way back. Read the rest of this entry »
The Chase.
June 15, 2009
Round and round and round I go.
Chasing the sun, chasing hope.
If I stop, would anyone know?
Round and round and round I go.
Where Have All the Flowers Gone.
June 8, 2009
Once upon a time (actually, this time last year…) this was my house. 1358 Pine Bluff Dr. This was where many chapters of my life unfolded. Painted into the red walls and hung on the fridge. Telling their stories from every stain on the carpet and every umber in the fire places. My stories. My life. Read the rest of this entry »
Untouchable.
June 2, 2009
What are the invisible parameters on blogging?
Generally, we all blog about our lives, our passions and our days. And these things are all comprised of relationships, and that is where I get stuck. Often my very best blog ideas (especially ones that I think would offer relatability and community to you, the reader) involve the untouchable people in my life. And by untouchable, I mean two things: Read the rest of this entry »
Bring the Rain.
May 27, 2009
Two top ten lists for you today. I scribbled these in a journal last night through our last stretch of travel under the cloak of darkness. The second list will expand on the first in some ways.
Ten Things I Was Thankful For On This Trip: Read the rest of this entry »
Next Rest Stop, 263 miles. (1 of 4)
May 22, 2009
I have so many thoughts going on in my head right now. Do you ever find yourself at a juxtoposition on life’s path where you suddenly stop and look around and think, “Heeeeey, God. What have you been up to?” Because too many of the same themes keep popping up on every side. Too many unconnected commonalities to be a coincidence. It’s like every billboard and road sign and conversation I’ve had lately on this ‘Pilgrim’s Progress’ has been planting the seeds for this moment. Discovering the shape of things to come. Read the rest of this entry »
Loved and Lost.
May 14, 2009
Today is not the best of days. I knew it was coming like a great storm cloud on the horizon, but as long as I felt the breeze on my face I thought I could ignore it. But it’s arrival was inevitable. It will seem trivial to many of you. I too once stood in your place laughing at the sap that I have become. Read the rest of this entry »
