The Thin Pen of a Christian Deist

Like the fine point of my pen that can enter into the cracks and crevices between the letters and points of punctuation and refine the content of communication, Your  Spirit enters into the nooks and corners of  consciousness and into the details of the details of  experience, hearing even the breath behind the word, tracing even the … Continue reading →

Shoes and Hats

From the looks of all the many pairs of shoes inside our front door you’d think that 15 people lived here instead of the two that actually do.   From the looks of all the hats upon the racks you’d think the same. It might be because we tread so many kinds of paths that … Continue reading →

Life As A Circus Act

As the years of our pilgrimage here begin to accumulate we start to realize that we are walking around on a spinning ball called earth. There is a certain art to that which might even qualify us to be hired by a circus one day, In which case life would be more than a pilgrimage life would be a … Continue reading →

The Farewell Wound

As you told us of your soon departure I must have been nervous enough to scrape off a scab because that’s exactly what I did. Only the scab was not on my body it was on the arm of my leather recliner instead. The more you talked the more I rubbed and scraped as if … Continue reading →