It’s not Your hands that aren’t ever reaching, it’s mine.

An overlooked detail of Michelangelo’s Creation of Adam:

The finger of God is fully extended whilst Adam's is not, such that they do not quite touch. The implication: to find God, we need only reach towards him as vigorously as he reaches towards us…

“Go within and scale the very depths of your being from which your very life springs forth.”

Letters to a Young Poet - Rainer Rilke

It's so easy to think of a flame as a picture of destruction. Especially given the CA fires. But to think of a flame as a picture of delight? That's new. That's rich. Great stuff!

The Heart is a Flame

May your scrolls guard your wisdom once more.

A short poem about the strange intersect between the evolution of social media and language.

Two things from today's wanderings.

The first, I'm not the only created being that spirals and has cracks. For all of it, no matter how big or small, God has made. He sustains it. He loves it. We're held, even in our fragility. Cracks and all.

The second, skipping stones in the winter is just as much fun as in the summer.

"to the One who
 is not tossed
 by the ebb and flow
 of turbulent time."

This inspired me to start my prayers this way.
In Darkness, I Come (New Years Poem)
restacked

The world has always had darkness. The advent of the internet has just brought it to the forefront. We can’t fix the world, but we can work on our communities and shift our focus from the endless dark void to the sun outside our window. Think local. Act local.

What was the last word you read and thought “I wish we spoke more like this”?

Mine is ‘certes’ from Howard Pyle’s The Story of King Arthur and His Knights.

It basically means certainly. But I, certes, think it’s better.