Waking in the Night

Last night, in the silence of 1am I woke, as one does.

What you do with your middle of the night wakings is your mystery.

I can never get right back to sleep until

I’ve made my rounds to settle my mind.

During my wakeful 1 o’clock, my first stop was the bathroom;

someone needed to check it was still there. It was. Continue reading “Waking in the Night”

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Leaking Rainbows

A few days ago, I went down to the bottom of my yard to refill my chickens’ watering cans. I was feeling pretty sprightly because we had just replaced our old hose with a newer, longer model. This hose reaches all the way from the house and down to the gate of the chicken yard. No more lugging 5 gallon buckets of water up and down hill for this old lady. Continue reading “Leaking Rainbows”

On Weeding

So many things are urgent and demanding; too many things require constant attention. My garden is not one. It’s too big, too sprawling, and always needs some attention…but there’s no hurry in it.

Really, there’s no point in rushing; there’s no end to the job. Weeding is a lot like laundry. There’s no way to actually finish doing laundry, and there’s no way to finish weeding. Continue reading “On Weeding”

In the Beginning

What if it didn’t all start in formless Darkness; with the Spirit moving across the face of the deep calling out, “Let there be Light.”

What if, instead, it all started in Light and Heat, formless and void. What if, it was all formless burning with the Spirit moving through the Light and over the face of the deep calling out, “Let there be Darkness.” And the light receded making room for Shadow. Continue reading “In the Beginning”

The Lone SUV (part 2)

I don’t know if this story will have an end. No story does, really, you just have to decide when to stop telling it.

There is no reason for a car to be in the lot before I pull in this morning. The way it’s parked haphazardly in the far corner of the lot has me suspicious and worried. The building manager assures me, there is no reason for anyone else to be here. And I sit, fuming and frightened, in the car. What are the intentions of the SUV driver. Is he still in the car? (The dangerous unknown is always a guy, it seems) Is he armed? Because, now, it seems any snowflake with a sense of entitlement can go buy a gun and take out his tiny, tiny rage on innocents.

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The Lone SUV (part 1)

I’m frightened and furious, and it’s only 7:30 on a Tuesday morning.

The white SUV is parked cock-eyed in the far corner of the parking lot when I drive up the hill to work. It’s the only other car in the lot. I pause a moment. No one else should be in the parking lot this early. Anyone working inside the school usually parks by the door; anyone working outside on the grounds generally parks near the storage sheds.

So, what is that white SUV doing all alone over there?

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