Quiet House (2016, revisited)

Depression to me is a quiet house.   It is held in a shadow box, behind a thick pane of crystal glass. Where if you can peer inside, you will see that there are always dishes in the sink, and a persistent steady drip from the bathroom faucet. The swing set out back rocks gently….

detox; strength and beauty.

Knoxville. There was a time over the summer when five photos emerged from my friend, Lauren; “Five photos that make me feel beautiful.” The images depicted various events in her life. The fifth one, the most memorable to me, was of Lauren cradling her new born in perhaps the most peaceful state I’ve ever seen…

The Unlived Life is not Worth Examining

That past is unwavering, it’s done. Regardless of who tells the story, the past is settled and stilled much like the seasons of leaves that have now become the very soil, our natal bedding, below our feet. And while offering recognition to the people and events that brought us to where we are now becomes…

What I’ve always and only known: Fear and Attachment

From bus terminal to bus terminal, from gate to gate, maybe during a week of hiking or a week of navigating a new city, you carried hefty pieces of what seemed to be essential pieces of luggage. Tedious toil it was to lug around these pieces of what you came to refer as  (as) an…

Someday, Bearing Precious Fruit

Apple tree Who knew you such an inspiration?   When at some time growing up, you swore you’d never grow up straight   Now you bear the most precious of fruit.

Between Meds and Madness

Yesterday, I called my brother. I thought he was coming up this weekend so I just wanted to check up on him. Since I had him on the phone we got to talking and catching up.  It had been a while. Phone conversations with my brother start with, “how are you?” And with the same,…