Why you really need to dream
The invitation comes gently at first, watching a housemate dream big dreams. My own start to push their way to the surface. It has been a while since I’ve had…
When words fail
Words fail me. Maybe that’s the point. Some things are spoken most truly without words. Isn’t that why there are sunsets and roses and hugs? And people who sit, silent,…
How close God really comes
I don't know how, but I seem able to fall off both ends of the spectrum, almost at the same time. I can try to take control and make things…