Wrote this draft in February 2015. Just came across it. Quite fitting this week. — i wanted to be big time, bigger than Michael Jackson, until i realized that an Adventist would never be that big. no stage lights for me. no swarms of fainting fans. no hours of epic choreography. and these days, a…
Not a Eulogy
I can’t unsee so I will not look The body, the force, the falsified book Another story skewed by thoughts Of what could be but what was not I can’t unhear so I will not turn On the yells, the shots, and learn For myself. I’ll trust my friends “He wasn’t guilty enough to die…
unexpected gratitude
All I could think of once I got close to the statue was, “put down the lilies and keep on walking.” And that’s what I did.
when you think you’re the only one
I don’t remember this in real life but in my dream, the memory flooded back and I agreed. Yes, I’d almost quit. And in that moment, I realized that I’d almost quit all these beautiful people.
Advice you didn’t ask for.
I once WebMD’d my symptoms for something-or-another and narrowed my diagnosis down to Meningitis. I know I’m not alone in this area of crazy behavior.
big/bad conclusions
I read a piece a few days ago that was so well written, a true breath of fresh air. So, of course, I’m that much more determined to produce top notch work. Of course. It’s definitely something I can whip up every single time I put fingers to keys. And it shouldn’t take too long….
But how do we also speak to now? How do we do so with grace?