I must be still, if I am to enter the chrysalis. In order to slough the thick skin that has retained my guts, along with all my potential, I have to allow my eyes to glaze over and the chill hunger of winter engulf me... Fireworks pierced the air above manger square, buzzing a passing… Continue reading Epiphany & Beyond
...the CD player sucked the newly purchased album into its slot. That was the perfect moment to push the pedal completely to the floor, just as I cranked my wheel into a tight left turn. In a wave of synesthesia, the g-forces splashed me with the first exquisitely loud burst of rock music. It erupted… Continue reading “Things Ain’t What They Used To Be”
“What am I doing here?”: A question often framed in the most existential terms, as asking about the origin and purpose of one’s life. In my case, I posed it to myself when I laid down to sleep on a cane bench in rural Mindanao, Philippines. Why is the Mission Intern in Palestine eating fish… Continue reading What am I doing, again?