Shipwrecked

His approach was stealth, quiet, brooding, and dark. He came over my soul and spirit and in one bite severed my hands. Not my heart, no – my hands. I could no longer grasp the driftwood or the bread of hope.

The Man, The Morning & The Mourning

I too hunger for justice, truth and hope.

If you need me, you will find me in a secret and sacred place.

With an upturned chin to Him who is Justice, Truth, and Hope.

The coffee is hot.
The candles are lit.

The flame is small but bright enough to illuminate the way.

My way.

NDA’s

NDA’s pay for silence. 

“Silence encourages the tormentor, never the tormented. Sometimes we must interfere.” –
Elie Wiesel

Indeed we must.

The Frail and Fallen

Do not pick up the frail and fallen unless you must. Give them the dignity of rising in what strength they have.

In Defense of Him…

This post is an attempt to set right a grievous wrong against an undeserved man.

The Sorrow and The Sweet

A small stop to walk, to unfurl my limbs and to unclench my heart. Inviting the sound of the waves and the strength of the wind to sweep away some of the sorrow and leave the sweet.

A “Wrong” Sum…

“A (wrong) sum can be put right: but only by going back til you find the error and working it afresh from that point, never by simply going on. Evil can be undone, but it cannot ‘develop’ into good. Time does not heal it. The spell must be unwound, bit by bit, ‘with backward mutters of dissevering power.” – CS Lewis

In Praise of Him…

Love never stops wanting what is or what would have been best for the beloved… I love him deep. 

A Room of One’s Own

“A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction.” – Virginia Woolf