Deeper Call
Conflict of DistinctionJanuary 13, 2010
People are very different from one another. It’s less painful to believe that we accept (even appreciate) differences than it is to notice the subtle nuances of our intolerance. It’s common to draw a comparison to portray a distinctiveness in ourselves. If too critical, we may temper the comparison by insisting there’s nothing wrong with our differences, and yet the closing comment will usually rest with our gratefulness for being who...
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Winter WonderlandJanuary 23, 2010
I am having too much fun with winter in New Mexico. We ran out of ice but I wanted a cherry Dr. Pepper…so I went outside with a glass, scooped up some snow, and voila! I had my very own DP slurpee! It is so beautiful. I know it is beautiful wherever you are…but this is all so new and refreshing for me. I feel like a child again. I get giddy with glee. Asia loves the snow too, so we go out to play together and we both get...
Read more posts in this category . . .THE REMEDY OF WRITING
PoetryPoetry is a cathartic path whose imagery reflects my journey towards wholeness. Outward influences spark a need to resolve conflict in the interior realm - to reconcile the disparity between who I am and who I think I am. The discord has little to do with the catalyst, so poetry remains an abstract art form.
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Jounalizing is communion between me and and my loving Father. I write to work out what God has already worked in. It reveals the thoughts that forge the actions. It's been said that the hand is connected to the heart; for me, writing establishes a link between the heart and the mysteries it holds. I write to sort through an excess of erroneous beliefs and to simplify the seeming complexities of life. Writing aligns soul and spirit - allowing me to walk in greater harmony with who I really am. I write because it is the hopeful thing to do.
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Writing is an exercise in self education. I pick up a pen to see what lessons await me. Outside sources may provide accurate information, but that information is processed and translated into truth inwardly. Writing extracts the life lessons that are formed in me and are therefore mine to learn.
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