I used to write depressing, confusing blogs... |
In all things, God is good. His Mercy is greater than my fear;His Love, than my sin; His Grace, than my life. Life has meaning in the light of truth,Here there is purpose and recovery and healing and ...
Posted by on Sun, 10 Feb 2008 01:02:00 GMT |
a canvas only paint could change |
Then there's me. I'm a mess to be made. I've already made a mess. And this year looks to be a mess. So I let my thoughts run a mess. A little bit of mess and a little bit of mess. Ding dong the mess i...
Posted by on Sat, 11 Aug 2007 23:13:00 GMT |
Qualitative Observation |
Where have we gotten this thing called an imagination? It baffles me, to think about it. That ideas can come out of nothing and completely captivate our minds. Fairy tales and nursery rhymes, princess...
Posted by on Mon, 16 Jul 2007 00:50:00 GMT |
Indeed. |
My fish died. And so did the sunflower. But it's ok.A-Oh-Kay
Posted by on Sat, 14 Jul 2007 23:02:00 GMT |
Pepper |
Perhaps the air in La Mirada does smell better, and the water does taste better. But something is just not the same. It's the scent of change. Like the smell on your hands after you rub a nickle aroun...
Posted by on Sat, 14 Jul 2007 22:54:00 GMT |
Corner of the Continent |
So we were coming home from the Kettle -traditional late night snack- and Zack insists that we stop by the ocean and say hello.I am freezing. But as soon as I have taken off my sandals I realize that ...
Posted by on Tue, 10 Jul 2007 00:29:00 GMT |
Finding Unusual Answers [Squared] |
Well, I miss you. Yes, you...very much. I'm glad you've found an answer, in fact I believe we have shared it in the, perhaps unknown, sectors of our shared consciousness - even before the physignom...
Posted by on Sun, 01 Jul 2007 15:38:00 GMT |
monera |
What is it that makes us want to live? By definition life, as a living organism, has many characteristics: order, made up of cells, regulation, ability to reproduce. But what is it that keeps living t...
Posted by on Mon, 04 Jun 2007 14:01:00 GMT |
When I consider... |
Shuffle, glance up, look down again because no one is smiling. Sigh, look to the left, look down again because it hurts to stare. The linoleum is a dirty sand color, light from the flourescent bulb...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Jan 2006 16:00:00 GMT |
purple beads |
Currently annoyed with nothing. Sitting in a state of jelly mind. Listening to a fire crackle. Seeing nature. Thinking about no one. Imagining tomorrow. Hearing scales in my head. Wishing I wasn't a...
Posted by on Sat, 14 Jan 2006 11:53:00 GMT |
