Perspective changes when tragedy strikes.
In which brainwashing is revealed, a control freak acknowledges that her best friend is too sick for her to heal, the Spirit drowns out the preacher, and eyes leak salt water.
We got up as our world revolved into the sun, my aunt and I. We strolled in the stillness to the shoreline and slipped into our own kayaks. The water lay smooth as ice but still fluid. Our paddles dipped into the water sending… Continue Reading “Travel Journal: Northern Reflections III”
In Different Ways Written Sunday, July 10, 2016 I see you worshiping in bare feet, And look down at my dress shoes, I hear you singing your language to instruments, While I sing my four-part, English acapella, You raise your hands and face to… Continue Reading “Travel Journal: Cambodia 4”