- Hands Falling In the moment when we hear horrific news, the hands seem to fall off the clock. Everything that seemed important stops. In those moments I’ve often chosen to turn my eyes away with a conciliatory “oh that’s awful,” in order to hastily get the clock working again. As if to say, “things must keep moving.” […]
- Names Written on Water – Part 2 [I promise to turn the topic to something less heavy soon.] I wept from my belly a lot today as I spent many hours at a viewing of an old friend. I dug up a simple poem that I wrote in 2000, because it paints a similar scene to my today: At the Viewing of […]
- Names Written on Water In 1999 I spent a semester studying in Rome. Just outside the old Roman walls, there is a Protestant cemetary where a great many famous Englishmen are buried. I wandered into that cemetary one perfectly overcast afternoon and spent time talking with God about life. I needed a break from the hustle of emotions that […]
- Sunsets Say Goodbye Trevor Borden wrote this song as he was saying “goodbye” to Portugal. The last days of my time in Portugal happened to be the last days of the Borden’s, too. I’d come home awfully late to the Borden’s house and find Trev tinkering away on his guitar, outside in the garden. Eventhough it was past […]
- Saying Goodbye to Portugal:Fresh Bread for Thursday Dinners I am going to miss Thursday nights, when my buzzer starts humming at 18:50 with teenagers hungry for dinner. Tonight at 18:25, I realized I needed some nice bread with the stroganoff, so I ran downstairs to the Panisol cafe and breadshop on the first floor. It’s […]