Mission Invitation

Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is as follows:

1. Say hello here.
2. Visit Dena Harris over at her blog.
3. Leave her a comment there.
4. Have a nice day.

Note: My apologies to Michele for stealing her site of the day and meet and greet concept. Well, not really, but it is where I got the idea.

The Earth Moved

Once early this morning and twice more since then, we have had micro earthquakes here in NC. The 'boom and rattle' was large enough to wake me. Earthquakes in North Carolina? What is next? Dogs and cats sleeping with each other?

The end is near.

Theo Eye

If a picture is worth a thousand words, what few words do you have for this partial picture?

Refracted

When mired in angst and loneliness
Leaden are the limbs
That would reach out
Groping for release

Then hollow are laughter and smiles
Lifted on the swirling breeze
Becoming mocking tributes
Deepening the bog

Talk of beauty when standing among decay is painful.

-Theo

Quoting

"Dreaming permits each and every one of us to be quietly and safely insane every night of our lives." - William Dement

Dreams

The memory of you, a wisp of desire known through twilight's veil, holds me gently as the morning comes. Thank you for crossing over to my world, my daylight of despair. I will cling to the faint melodies of you, my muse, and know a small measure of hope.

Today.

Some Days

Some days I question the worth of it... it being my living, my daily effort to be and become. What does it add up to? I once thought there was great value in my life, a mission, a great purpose for my actions. When I was a minister I could always retreat to the fact that I was a part of a calling, set a part for a purpose, something of value. What remains of that endeavor is little more than the scarred memories of failure.

Today, those scars seem to cover the recollection of my life's endeavors.

The frightening thing, the fear that grips me tonight is that I wonder if I have it in me to redeem this solitary life, practically speaking, of course. And please, don't bother me with the theological considerations of grace and love. I am not troubled over the state of my eternal rest, but rather over the need to leave something behind, something of worth.

My mortality seems very real. My legacy empty.