Incandescence

I apologize if there are any typos or if some of my sentences don't make sense--I'm writing this on my phone and it's just not the same as a computer keyboard and a large screen. I always say I don't like flying, and that is mostly true. I mostly don't like the barefoot shuffle through security, the cramped seating on the plane ( for those of us who don't fly first class), but mostly it's the lack of sleep and the zombieish state in which I shuffle from one flight to another. Tonight my flight is delayed so I have plenty of time to hang out and try to do things online with the turtle-slow Internet. What I do enjoy is the expectation and excitement that awaits you at the end of your trip, whether it's visiting family, exploring a new place, moving, or any number of reasons. I realize that the end of the trip does not always mean something good, but I'm generalizing. I wait in anticipation for that first glimpse of the person (or people) waiting to...

Small buds, On a gray tree, Stark reminder of spring, Fragrant perfection and beauty, Light pink. Pink and White buds of spring, Coated in drizzling Drops of cool rain filmy with dew Fragrant. Fragrant Saucer petals, Velvet smooth and perfect, Magnolia soulangeana flowering                                                            Brightly.

Over the last few months I wasn't writing much. I was either having serious writers block or a major lack of motivation. This is kind of what it felt like: You can find the original post here at San Diego Professional Writer's Group I would rather blame it on writer's block than procrastination. It sounds better. But recently I have been feeling the writing bug coming on. Instead of hanging out on the back deck with family and friends I want to curl up in a dark room with a cup of tea (actually, probably coffee) and start scribbling (or maybe typing)  everything . I want to write a 1500 page novel just to see if anybody would actually be ridiculous enough to read through it. I want to chronicle my daily life, because it is just so epic (by the way, when I say chronicle I do mean write in my journal, which means personal and private and not posted on my blog) no worries, I won't subject you to something that uninteresting.  After months of blockage I think I m...

I've wanted to write this post for a while but life intervened. I've been struggling with what to say and how to say it.  Are there really words that describe the emotions and the thoughts that have been playing havoc with me recently? Maybe somebody wiser and more eloquent could, but not me. Mainly I just wanted to yet again say how thankful I am for all of you that have been praying for my family and I. Hugs and prayers go a long way. Bible verses have been flitting through my head, the Psalms have comforted me. I have really been coming back to this verse in Psalms 34. "The  Lord  is near to  the brokenhearted      and saves  the crushed in spirit." --Psalms 34:18 Normally I would skip over a verse like this without giving it much thought. But after everything that has happened, it takes on meaning.  He saves the crushed in spirit. There are songs that I listen to over and over again. Cornerstone by Hillsong United, and this ...