Where Thought Learns to Wait
Reflections shaped by attention, presence, and the slow work of understanding.
Waiting
I sat waiting—wondering, weighing the path ahead. From somewhere beneath thought, a notion surfaced—not abruptly, but slowly, like a bubble rising from depth, gathering shape as it climbed, until it...
The Author
There is a wee bit of magic found in some. It moves quietly, settling into them early, helping them shape certain groupings of words that reach into the deepest regions of the mind and carry us...
Faith
Morning finds me at the table before the house has fully woken. The hour is thin, the light undecided. I sit without movement, a decision pressing somewhere beyond language, and before me a cup...
The Cost
Prosperity woke early, before the Sun had opened his eyes and before the stars and Moon took their rest. He did this often. Urgency pressed beneath his ribs like a second heart, beating not for life...
A Choosing
A journey that belongs to a lifetime is not taken in a day. Even the plans set for a single morning often begin to move before their purpose has had time to speak, intention pressing forward with...
Hiraeth
My blood knows where it belongs, as if it were a thread drawn from an older loom and left, for a long while, to wander—still tethered, still remembering the hand that first measured it. It knows...
Prejudice
I walked the West Fork trail as autumn stood in its fullness. The forest was layered with color—gold pressed against yellow, red resting beside brown—each holding its place in quiet contrast to the...
Pet Reflection
I stepped from the shelter of the inside into the firm hold of the cold. The wind itself was gentle, almost courteous, yet its bite took hold wherever flesh lay bare. I had covered myself carefully,...
One Waits
In the winter mornings, when the sun rises low and strikes the glass of the windowpane, a faint mist gathers along the outer edges. It does not settle evenly. It draws inward, leaving the center...
Time to Ponder
There are those who seat themselves in thought and call it wisdom. They linger long in reflection, weighing and reweighing, until pondering becomes a posture they defend rather than a passage they...
Walls Don’t Work
Walls are often raised with confidence. Stone stacked upon stone, steel drawn skyward—each layer offered as assurance. They promise order. Protection. Control. The language surrounding them is...
Beliefs
I have been considering two positions often held apart—set in opposition not because they must be, but because we have learned to place them there. Some beliefs are formed slowly through lived...
Evil
Some approach evil as though it were a thing that can be broken, mastered, or brought to heel. They weigh it against good, as though the two exist on a scale, each requiring the other for balance....
Wisdom
Wisdom is not quick to announce herself. More often, she waits. She abides in stillness, and in that stillness she is not idle. There are times when victory is not seized or proclaimed, but given...
The Pride
They lie in wait, crouched low in the savanna grass that seems to have risen deliberately around them. The blades offer perfect concealment, parting without protest as their forms press through,...
Reflection
There comes a season in life—most often as the years gather and the days begin to weigh differently—when a person must pause and look again at where they stand. Not because the ground has given way,...
Breath
It was said long ago that life is but a breath. One moment we are drawn into it; the next, it thins, loosens, and is gone. I once believed that if I inhaled more deeply—if I held the breath before...
Grief
There are times in life when hope wears thin— when it is not slowly spent, but suddenly taken. Moments when we are overtaken, as a ship is overtaken by a storm it did not see coming. What was once...
Love
I listened quietly and carefully to the message, which carried the flavor of plain yogurt—its sweetness removed in an effort to temper delight. The words were measured, restrained, intentionally...
Relationship
Clarity sometimes comes before the day begins to speak. In that early hour, when the world has not yet gathered its noise, a belief I had carried for much of my life loosened and held. I had...
Back Tables
Disguised, I walked into a Bible study at a local congregation and slipped quietly to the back of the room. I sat at the last table, among those who had learned where they were least likely to be...
The Tongue
People speak often of the sharpest blade ever forged. It is praised for its efficiency—for its ability to end a matter in a single blow. Strength admires it. Fear respects it. Stories gather around...
Presence
I have been wondering whether we should recover a more traditional form of invitation when we meet—words from the past, such as your presence is requested, or even required. The phrase feels heavy...
Sin
Let us speak of a matter that carries weight—of a word that loses its shape when we try to define it not by what it is, but by what it leaves behind. When meaning is measured by outcome alone, truth...
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