During my leave—my time out from the world—I’ve been thinking a lot about direction—where I’ve been, where I’m going, and whether I’m even supposed to know the destination. There was a time I thought life was about getting from Point A to Point B, with a clear road map and a straight line. You doContinue reading “When the Path Isn’t Straight—And Maybe Isn’t Even a Path”
Walk in the Morning in Case You Die in the Afternoon
I went for a walk yesterday morning. Not because I’m disciplined or enlightened, but because—well—what if I die this afternoon? I’m not trying to be dramatic (though I’ve been known to indulge). It’s just that priorities get weird when you suddenly remember you’re mortal. With that in mind, does the argument I almost started withContinue reading “Walk in the Morning in Case You Die in the Afternoon”
Dead Flowers Don’t Need Water
Memories are what’s left when someone we love dies. As creative beings, we look for ways to create a place or an object to help us focus those memories. In our kitchen window sill sits a simple vase, cradling a single rose. The rose, a keepsake from Terri’s sister’s gravesite, serves as a delicate, driedContinue reading “Dead Flowers Don’t Need Water”
