• life

    Confronting The Darkness

    “You might try then, as I did, to find a sky so full of stars it will blind you again. Only no sky can blind you now. Even with all that iridescent magic up there, your eye will no longer trace constellations. You’ll care only about the darkness and you’ll watch it for hours, for days, maybe even for years, trying in vain to believe you’re some kind of indispensable universe-appointed sentinel, as if just by looking you could actually keep it all at bay. It will get so bad you’ll be afraid to look away, you’ll be afraid to sleep.” – Mark Danielewski Darkness. It can come in many…

  • The Friday Muse,  Writing

    The Friday Muse – Darkness Pierced

    There was nothing quite like skating the frozen pond near Turnkey’s farm. Once winter hit, and the pond—which acted as a habitat for various creatures during the spring—froze over, it became the ideal spot for kids and adults alike to come and skate, build snowmen, or just enjoy the falling snow. Melissa Robinson loved to ice skate on Turnkey’s Pond. Loved it since she was five. Loved it now, in her late twenties. The cold wind on her face, the slippery ice under her feet, she was able to get lost in the act of twirling and spinning and sliding across the surface of the pond. There was something mystical…

  • life

    Ignorance In Avoidance

    There is so much hurt in the world, so much brokenness spread thick over humanity. Sometimes, it is so powerful that we want nothing more than to run and hide from it. We want to turn away, we want to pretend it isn’t there, that it doesn’t exist.We want to move on with our lives and reach the next checkpoint. But don’t turn from it. Don’t ignore it. Don’t pass it by. Don’t cover your eyes or ask others to shield you from it. Embrace it. Open your eyes and choose to look at the broken pieces. Know that everywhere there is evil, there is also good. There is always…

  • life

    Dreams Don’t Die

    That dream you think disintegrated? No. It’s there. Maybe it rolled under the couch. Maybe it fell out of your pocket when you were pulling your keys out to get into your car. Maybe you left it in your shirt pocket when you went to the laundromat. Fact is – it’s still intact. It’s just waiting to be rediscovered. Go back where you lost it. Look for it, and fan it with love and intensity. Dreams don’t die. They’re simply forgotten until someone else picks them up. Don’t let yours get away.