the unloved

What is it like to be unfamiliar with the warm security of the love of a fellow human? I can't say for sure, but I imagine it to be like an arctic tundra: cold, barren, non-nourishing, and no particular points of interest. Except worse. No hope of a home somewhere offering relief. Ever felt like... Continue Reading →

Lippy is a funny name.

I can't tell you her age, because as far as I could tell she was ageless. But as I approach 50, I am gaining an appreciation for cheerful people. Don't tell anybody though. I still cajole them for having such an "unrealistic" point of view, but deep down, I envy them and to some degree... Continue Reading →

finis

We run with so much vigor when we're young, so eager to get to the next milestone. My grandmother used to remind me "Don't wish your life away, honey. . ." but I would laugh at the impossibility of that and ignore the deeper meaning. In college I was so caught up in figuring out... Continue Reading →

shadows

Shuffling about and mumbling but often arriving early, his presence is consuming dark, brooding and burly. Even for those prepared he shows up unexpected, smearing salt into the wounds of relationships neglected. Suspicious shadows precede him and linger long after; allow a smile nearby and he'll make guilt out of laughter. In the cloudiest or... Continue Reading →

51 – a strong female lead

In January of 2013, I taught a short series of classes on Changing Attitudes. Looking back at my journal, I'm pretty sure I didn't learn the lessons I was trying to teach, considering that judging by some of my recent entries here, I'm still more critical and more of a complainer than I should be.... Continue Reading →

prism

one tear drop of sadness capsule of self pity morsel of despair escapes the corner of her eye to explore her winter reddened cheek but the swollen gravity of her heart pulls it straight down a small convex mirror it rolls down over the cold and closed pores of her cheeks all her cells shutting... Continue Reading →

36 – child abuse

I'm skipping my regular cryptic title because we can't afford misunderstandings here. I often wonder if Kim Jong Un was abused as a child. Statistics show that many of the "bully" types I mentioned in plebeius have suffered abuse themselves at some point. But I'm not going to waste time with statistics now - they... Continue Reading →

התקדמותו של צליין or reflections on a pilgrimage 4

Tsoro in Hausa. خوف in Arabic. Peur in French. φόβος in Greek. Miedo in Spanish. डर in Hindi. Takut in Indonesian. 恐れ in Japanese. Timor in Latin.  פַּחַד in Hebrew. ကြောက်ရွံ့သောစိတ် in Burmese. Every language knows Fear. Why? Because every culture knows fear. Every person knows fear. Fear of hunger; fear of abandonment; fear of monsters - real or imaginary... Continue Reading →

28 – abba

God isn't always soft. Love isn't always warm and fuzzy. Grace isn't always gracious. I have had my disputes with the Father. I doubted the Bible first, then Christianity, then God as a divine entity. I went on to skeptically examine "gods" as a reasonable philosophical premise. On studying, I made my way all the... Continue Reading →

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