January 2025

Florist – Shadow Bloom

January 19, 2025

So the rain comes back now After I asked it to You could not come back now Even if I asked you to

So light comes from a time already gone If I could see the future I would lay down Eat a tangerine and make a cup of tea Watch it all happen the same way Watch it all happen slowly

I could have the reasons why But it wouldn’t make anything right Do you really want to know the thing You spend your life trying to find

Go back to what you love the most There’s dark inside the stars, that’s where I go And the spirit realm that calls me in Whisper water from the shadow bloom I don’t have the reasons why But it wouldn’t make anything right Do you even want to know the thing You spend your life trying to find Secrets from the last time you felt alright Loneliness is only the last flower to be picked

It’s the dark part of me now The part that knows what can be felt It’s what our eyes see when we dream Beautiful things where the light comes from

Oh, what a special time I can’t believe it happened at all The spirit days to make hell of Your words inside my head Oh, today is the only day

How to feel all the earthy things

The Best of All Possible Worlds

January 15, 2025

Sometimes I feel like I’m in heaven now. It comes in small doses: a tender kiss from my wife, a rapturous laugh with my whole family, a soft and pillowy snowfall, a moment of epiphany. Time stands still and you catch a glimpse – if only for a moment – of what it is like to be in wonder. It’s hard to believe it’s happening when it happens. Heaven is never what you thought or hoped it was going to be. It catches you by surprise.

Jesus said, “the Kingdom has come near/is at hand,” but ... Keep reading

Breathing/Oscillating

January 11, 2025

All of life is a steady, rhythmed breathing in and out. That process occurs without any thought or intent on your part, and yet, it is the thing that keeps you alive. Your whole life, you oscillate between utter breathlessness and lungs full of air, aching to be pushed out. Life happens because of the movement from one to the other and back.

Our lives are made up of the coming and going between two poles on many dimensions. Everyday, you wake up and move forward with the day’s activities. Then ... Keep reading

Working The Words

January 5, 2025

The words contained here are nothing. They are merely a static representation of the way the writer interfaced with the world at a given point in time and attempted to relate that back to the reader. The words on the page are a crystallized take on reality at one specific moment in time, but not the end. That’s the beauty of dialogue. You work and re-work the words until you have said what you needed to say and it has been heard the way you mean it to be heard. You get as many chances as you ... Keep reading