I was just reminded that I have had this blog for seven years. Seven years of rants. Seven years of poetry. Seven years of channeling my depression online. And I used to be good at it. I remember when I was in college, sometimes I would get so creative I would post twice a week. …
Comfortable in my own discomfort You are welcome here Don't feel lost When you could be found Constantly searching Open your hand and grasp This could be intentional
I'm tired. I'm running out of energy, and I know that this is only a temporary thing, but sloth mode is not really my favorite. I'm really excited about things happening in the future, and really I'm more than content with things happening in my present, but it's like I have nothing to talk about. …
I never learned how to reach out. So everything seems inappropriate and everything becomes uncomfortable and needing anything seems like an obsession. I make mistakes. I've made them a thousand times, and it's different every time, but as I become older it's almost as if things are more and more detrimental. It's so much easier …
"Save me" Crying out "Save me" Clawing at the edges "Save me" Can't pull yourself up "I can't do this on my own Not anymore" You yell this in his face As he gently beckons Just let go Afraid of heights Pulling yourself to the top of the pit Will not look back at what …
Lost, but not In a sea of commotion Home is right around the corner Just out of sight Close your eyes And you'll find it Excited at prospect Impatient for time Essence overtaking Hands opening Dropping all expectations Artist spilling over Out of the corner of your eye Angels watching What will she do next? …
I moved to Florence and inadvertently claimed the Ark as my church. The Ark is a lighthouse to this area. Lighthouses tend to follow me (or lead me?) wherever I go. The college I went to uses a lighthouse as its symbol. The church I went to in Mammoth was called Lighthouse and is a …
Continue reading Blogging Everyday in July|A Poem for a Pastor
This isn't something anyone asked me to write on. I'm just writing on it. I woke up this morning feeling numb. Feeling nostalgic. Feeling unsettled. I have a lot to do, yet nothing to do. Why do anything at all? I stayed in bed for a while. Then I felt like playing a song I …
Continue reading Blogging Everyday in July|Nostalgia Makes Mountains Out of Molehills
So I'm not very good at making plans. If they fall through I get stressed out, and when I'm the reason they fall through I feel like a jerk. I tend to keep my plans to myself, especially when they're risky. So now I'm in Florence. And I have no idea what I'm doing. I …
Take me on a journey Over mountains Across seas Past fields of endless possibilities It's time to tread roughly On realized dreams No more falling apart at the seams Spying new realities Just over the horizon Something I've never experienced before Warmth entering an endless spring Winter is my home Building a house from broken …
