The Writing.

I have written poetry and songs in a bedroom of yellow walls, in anxious graduate school library cubicles, in a barn loft on a Japanese farm. I have written to write my way out of things and to write my way through. And to go back the way I came, because I am always dropping things that are actually quite shiny and worth my attention. I live in Georgia, where the days speedwalk as my two young daughters seem to continually climb on my face.

You can read Poetry here.

'the thunder is going to read to you'

'This is the broken place,' 'special in normal times,' and 'grabbing and naming'

'even so even as'

You can read other writing here.

a short segment on the Lausanne Movement blog: “How Do You Protect Your Rest and Sabbath Time?: A Global Snapshot”

sabbath refections featured on The Breath and the Clay instagram