The hope in loneliness

Someone once said “eyes are the window to the soul.” I couldn’t agree more. But when I highlighted loneliness last week, I took just one snapshot of a few lonely “windows” I’ve peeked into. If we’re talking photography, the aperture I chose for the shot was wide – all my focus was on the loomingContinue reading “The hope in loneliness”

If lonely always finds me

Following recipes, parking my truck, responding to emails: three things I am notoriously bad at. Over the past year, though, I’ve found something else to add to the list. “It’s a simple task”, I promised myself. The knot of scribbled ink in the corner of my blank paper didn’t agree. I headlined my page withContinue reading “If lonely always finds me”

We’re dust and a heartbeat

(or the comfort of acknowledging weakness) It was the perfect night to get nothing done. For half an hour, my desk lamp gave a less-than-convincing vote of confidence for the textbook beneath its glow. By the time I re-read the same ribbon of text three times, I gave it up: snapped the book, clicked theContinue reading “We’re dust and a heartbeat”

Watermarks, Part II.

(or what it actually means to rest when you’re suffering) You know the feeling: the teacher asks you the one question you should know the answer to but don’t. A survival-algorithm of random facts and last week’s vocabulary list scrambles to your tongue, but just as you’re ready to spit out a half-convincing answer, yourContinue reading “Watermarks, Part II.”