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 a room for Shadow.
And Darkness moved, expanding to fill the night sky. It flowed beneath stones and pooled in the secret places under the earth. Shadow hid beneath trees and in the depths of the waters; it lay in little patches moving under drifting clouds.
Darkness brought gifts of shade, of cool evenings, and nights of rest from the blinding, burning Light of creation. Darkness brought mystery, and dreams, and dread; and the desire to answer questions, and reach for dreams, and overcome fear.
Darkness was never the space before Light. Darkness is the gift of shade, of rest, and the expanding beauty of living night.
Photo Credits: Anita Bowen Photography
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.
Continue reading “The Lone SUV (part 2)”
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?
Continue reading “The Lone SUV (part 1)”
This chill mid-winter wind startles
the last of Summer’s leaves loose,
a surging flow in flight,
from trees clustered along my homeward drive.
Twisting together, like smoke, they move
and wind along and above this darkening lane Continue reading “January Rising”
We stand together at the brink of December’s end. The year of 2017 is lurching, exhausted, to a close. With a mix of relief and of trepidation I prepare to turn the last calendar page of 2017 to uncover January 2018. I feel more than a bit hesitant to let another year in after the chaos we are preparing to sweep out the door. Continue reading “Standing Back to Back”
There’s something to be said
for the joy and
the courage to choose
which side of the lines
to color in.
Photo Credit: Anita Bowen Photography
Some tangled problems
you leave behind
behind in time and in space.
Some days, you give permission
to walk away.
Some day you find you are free
then, you are found.
Photo Credit: Anita Bowen Photography
The sign says, ‘Ball Point Trail’.
“Who names a hiking trail after a pen?” I wonder as we pull into the gravel parking lot.
I imagine some historic ball point pen inventor or maybe a writer. I consider a famous historical, nature-loving philosopher with deep, deep thoughts regarding pens.
But, on second glance, the sign reads, ‘Bull Point Trail’, not as interesting as a trail named after writing utensils. Continue reading “Ball Points”
Chasing the sun
across a continent Continue reading “Flight”
Faces drift through the clouds;
Ancient gods walk among the stars.
Our hearts are still
crouching near the fire, Continue reading “Campfire Tales”