Soup can be a carefully balanced blend of ingredients or the result of whatever is left at the bottom of the fridge. A bit like life, really. Dreams cascade, buried fears. Emboldened by stark moonlight;. A feral growling need stirred like silt. On ocean floor or tiny balls of lint. Squirrelled in musty corners of handbag. Stuffed with lipstick and tattered receipts. Sleep becomes my torment; subconscious terrors. Released from trauma by watery dawn.

This is the place where you can personalize your profile! By moving, adding and personalizing widgets.

A Walk With Jesus Christ. Sorry, everyone, I have been away for all too long. Got tied up with work, ministry and family, so that left little time to write things down. I was able to build a play house for my granddaughter, and she really likes it, so it was worth it. I have more time now so I can write more. What Obedience to God Costs Other People. Our human pride entrenches itself on this point, and w.

For the scholar that dwells in each of us! Liberated to Get Out. I can count the moments on one hand where I have been liberated to grow deeper into a conscious understanding of who I am and my relationship to others, especially in this social construct of race. The second and third liberating moments happened simultaneously when I walked into Dr.

Reflections on writing, wandering, wondering, teaching. Goldberg used writing as her buddhist practice. She did it daily, before moving to her writing goal for the day.