It sometimes seems that those from whom we least deserve
forgiveness are the ones who offer it most freely.
Brief prose, musings, random thoughts, occasional bits of amateur poetry - and whatever doesn't fit anywhere else. This is my junk drawer.
Monday, October 29, 2012
Sunday, October 28, 2012
Je Ne Regrette Rien
Je ne regrette rien!
Eh … peut-ĂȘtre une chose ou deux.
Bien! Mais, je ne regrette pas beaucoup.
Eh … peut-ĂȘtre une chose ou deux.
Bien! Mais, je ne regrette pas beaucoup.
Saturday, October 20, 2012
Vines that Stuggle
Strength, endurance, and compassion are the hard-earned rewards of struggle – and are the legacy of deep bonds to family and friends.
Only a heart which has been broken can fully understand another’s ache,
and the memory of an empty plate nourtures compassion for another's hunger.
Thursday, July 26, 2012
Drowning
Experts say that drowning isn’t the loud splashy event portrayed in movies. Often, the victim simply slides quietly beneath the surface and is lost.
In First Aid, they teach that deadly choking doesn’t involve gagging and sputtering, but is totally silent, and often goes unnoticed until it’s too late.
Those nearby when these losses happen are often plagued by doubt and guilt – questioning why they didn’t notice, imagining that they could have saved the victim, if they had just been paying attention.
So too, with suicide. Often it’s not the one who threatens it, or makes frequent pitiful noises, who falls victim; but the one who has kept a brave face, who has been strong for others – always putting them first. Then one day—depleted—there is simply no more air.
In the aftermath, friends, family, coworkers, people who have known the victim—often for years—are left to wonder how they didn’t see it coming. What could they have done? Could he have been saved if only we had seen through the cheerful patina to the struggling soul within? Often the answer is that there was no outward sign - no way to know, or to help, but the painful questions persist.
In First Aid, they teach that deadly choking doesn’t involve gagging and sputtering, but is totally silent, and often goes unnoticed until it’s too late.
Those nearby when these losses happen are often plagued by doubt and guilt – questioning why they didn’t notice, imagining that they could have saved the victim, if they had just been paying attention.
So too, with suicide. Often it’s not the one who threatens it, or makes frequent pitiful noises, who falls victim; but the one who has kept a brave face, who has been strong for others – always putting them first. Then one day—depleted—there is simply no more air.
In the aftermath, friends, family, coworkers, people who have known the victim—often for years—are left to wonder how they didn’t see it coming. What could they have done? Could he have been saved if only we had seen through the cheerful patina to the struggling soul within? Often the answer is that there was no outward sign - no way to know, or to help, but the painful questions persist.
Monday, February 6, 2012
Bummed Jazzmine
Monday, January 9, 2012
Short Conversations
She: "Does this make me look fat?”
He: “Come on honey, I don’t think clothes
can do that”
He: "Now that's a coincidence! I’ve been wondering who keeps leaving the seat DOWN!”
He: "Now that's a coincidence! I’ve been wondering who keeps leaving the seat DOWN!”
He thought he was being funny, but he could tell that she
thought otherwise; her silent response echoed through the house, thundering like
an ass-chewing from a drill sergeant at a deaf-school boot camp; the message
puntuated and clarified by her use of internationally-recognized digital semaphore.
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Holy Doughnut
So could it be said of an entirely sanctified sacramental doughnut that it is wholly holy, and holey?
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