Light in the Wake of a Storm

LIGHT IN THE WAKE OF A STORM The rain fell so hard today that the earth felt like it might wash away in one long flood of tears but when the dark lifted and the thunder drum gave up it’s final roll the last word belonged to the light for in the wake of the…

Golden Frames

My mother takes a thousand photos, many of them unremarkable as art. But art is not, I am pretty sure, why she does it. She does it because she is attempting to hold a memory, to make a moment stay longer than it otherwise would. This I fully understand. And how I have longed to…

Waves

‘Only spread a fern-frond over a man’s head and worldly cares are cast out, and freedom and beauty and peace come in.’ John Muir There is a little girl I know who loves to jump the waves. I did not meet her until recently, though I have known her for three years. I work with…

The Light In Our Eyes

Seconds, minutes, hours, days… all wound up in moments of time. Thousands of these moments thread through our lives, entering and leaving, unremarkable, unnoticed, and later unremembered. But not all moments are lost in this way, some moments etch themselves into minds forever, carving themselves into the walls of our consciousness, returning again and again,…

The Human Moment

I looked out my kitchen window. My daughter was in the front drive perched in an unsteady lean on her bicycle, one foot planted on the ground, the other on the peddle. She was talking with Alex, the young man who sometimes worked in our yard. He stooped down as he listened to her soft…