I went to the Stations of the Cross on Friday night and found that meaningful participation in this ritualized journey was a near impossibility for me. My mind and heart were not able to look at art and listen to readings at the same time while also immersing myself spiritually in the progression of a…

Silence drape me loose anddance me slowand sing me deep. beckon meI will respondfill meI will overflowseduce meI will succumb. tempt me softpromise me kissbe with me still. ©MperiodPress

From RevGals, a Friday 5 on Hope My beloved speaks and says to me: “Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away; for now the winter is past, the rain is over and gone. The flowers appear on the earth; the time of singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard…

I have had a day of actual Spring Cleaning. For the last two days, the City has been flush with a blooming, singing, tantara of glory at the coming of the newest season. I have taken the chance, being on break, to make use of the energy such life brings and begin to go through…

Divining over their maps and charts yesterday, the climatic prestidigitators predicted a storm. Hope invited me to entertain a day of freedom; pragmatism called me to business as usual. So it was that I arose at the quotidian 4:45 this morning…bleary eyed, but already in composition mode, or so I discovered when clear enough to…