8:18
The morning sun is creating art on my wall.
Taking a shortcut through an alley, I notice this Christmas tree.
I feel like one of the magi today.

Cracked up

December 12, 2019
Three words sum up a long-held fascination of mine.
This song has my attention.

Baby face

December 5, 2019
What did Simeon see in the infant Jesus?
Despite my dislike of winter, there is something to be said for snow.
This acronym has me rethinking how Jesus approached teaching.
Why am I drawn to these ornate buildings?
Habits can be so limiting.
It’s a cold morning to be lying, face up, on a gravel parking lot.
The firmament overhead is startling. Even if it is just in the ceiling.

Forged

November 3, 2019
“It’s important,” Alison says, “to never forget.”
It’s weird, having all these people with me.
This outing is a grand experiment in observing.