Category Archives: Describe Your Ride

As i stomped my way through the briars and undergrowth today in order to get to the black raspberries beside the old homeplace, i wondered if they were glad to see me. I didn’t feel Euell Gibbons spirit or anything … Continue reading →

I was just about to get some ice cream out of the freezer when Sandi called me on my cellphone from the supermarket. Jessika, our oldest daughter, had been in a bad accident and had been taken to the trauma … Continue reading →

When a project I have started takes a lot longer to complete than I had anticipated, I am reminded of an old movie I once saw about the artist Michelangelo painting the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel. The Pope or … Continue reading →

This time of year is one of my favorites and also rates as one of the most frustrating as well. This is due in large part to the fact that the transition from winter to spring and spring into summer … Continue reading →

This is a story that to the best of my recollection begins about 44 years ago, just after I discovered a young folk singer named Bob Dylan. As many people no doubt found, getting hip to Dylan was just the … Continue reading →

Several weeks ago I wrote about the silence of God and what hearing God might look like and ended the story with an open-ended question about what we are hearing from God today. As you can no doubt tell, I … Continue reading →

I have been gardening in one fashion or another for almost 32 years—mostly since I moved to North Carolina in 1978 with the intent of leaving Michigan’s rust belt and becoming a “mountain man”. Gardens are a lot of work … Continue reading →

In the absence of any sound or noise, God is not “silent” as some would define it. His creative voice still resonates through time and permeates all that He has ever imagined. Some would say that silence is a lack … Continue reading →

In the futuresometime between now and thenI will wonder—maybe—whatever happened to the timeI spent as a couch potato—watching TV shows I had tapedduring the previous week. Will I wonder if maybe I could have used the time differently—perhaps come up … Continue reading →

I have gone a long time (for me) thinking that I haven’t had anything to say or write about—thinking that I am not a poet or an artist or that everything worth saying has already been said—and if I haven’t … Continue reading →