Frankford: A Word Picture in Black and White.
Churches are everywhere. Black gates block the entrances. Care for the stranger, your brother... but first go down the block to another church.
Browsing Tag:
communion
Show And Hide: Do We Give Up On Coming Together?
Jigsaw pieces are set shapes, defined and clear-edged. People change, expand, contract, and this coming together and apart can be painful and confusing...
Summits. {poetry}
Summits. They are always just beyond the next ridge. Just beyond this next heartache. Just beyond the unbearable loneliness. Just beyond the empty loss.
I’m a Daughter of Mother Earth.
I sat at the bottom of a colossal tree with my hands sensing its fondness. I let myself be attached to its coolness and warmth, feeling like a child in my mother's lap. I breathed deeply, filling my lungs, savoring this union and the sensations of a full soul.
My Regression: Coming Back Again And Again.
Did I come back to make restitution for the horror of being destroyed in a sacred building and to tell my story? I am not sure -- and yet there is a slight comfort in being able to place my unease with something somewhat tangible.