For When Hearts are United Through Hands (Word of The Week)

He was across the room when the call for prayer was heard. I instinctively and quickly make may way to him. Because my soul knows where my body needs to be. Next to him. Because that’s what we do. We bow our heads and link our fingers. Somewhere in 16 years of…

Where Beauty is Born (Five Minute Friday-“Bloom”)

It’s the sprout that has my attention. A sudden sign of life where none existed yesterday. So much unseen effort to reach the surface. Death. Decay. Being cracked wide open. Seeking a source to temper the thirst. Growing down and deep. Darkness. Breaking through the dirt — the weightiness of…