Category prose

an irresistable push

Earlier today, someone asked me about how my word for the year was manifesting, and she suggested it might mean more than just me-pushing-working-toward-a-goal. As I considered that, I realized I’ve been assuming “push” means me acting; but maybe something else, someone else is pushing me, too — toward a dream, or a deeper faith, […]

On running in the rain

There was a flash flood today. I know, because I was outside, running. I hate running. And sprinting, and jogging, and fast-walking with a slight hop — the whole spectrum, really. It’s not the setting, the outdoors — give me more of that, overcast or sunny. But I hate the actual running part, the part […]

of fear and longing (at Story Sessions)

My dorm room was quiet, one fluorescent bulb flickering lightly, the heater on full blast against the drudging cold rain. It was a bad semester, the worst. There were memories I didn’t want and jello-thick depression and more tears in a month than in all the rest of my life before. There were fights late […]

leaping fences

Do you remember when you first came to the gate locked? Do you remember when you first butted up against the fence and let it defeat you? And do you remember, farther back, the allure and necessity of the open fields beyond? You believed it once, that those meadows were yours. You believed it once, […]

A word for the year: Push

a time to plant and a time to uproot … a time to tear and a time to mend … Under our feet, nestled in cold earth, seeds bide their time. They wait for the warm season to call. They prepare to tunnel through the dirt; they anticipate oxygen and light. And then, in the […]

when the rivers run with ice

When the rivers run with ice, I feel it in my bones. It feels like grief. Like a gasping for breath. A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices                                           For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn Some days are heavy. Some days need scraped away like windshield frost. Some days come […]

holy land

Those old stories aren’t just pretend. That lonely princess in a high white tower, you know her. You see her reflection in your candlelit mirror. We’re protecting you from evil, they say. We’re keeping you safe, separate from the world. This place is better. This place is holiest. You aren’t safe, though, you aren’t innocent. […]

when the winter comes with rain

When the winter comes with rain, I greet it with eyes open, marveling at each puddle. I embrace the banks of fog distorting, no, enchanting the still-green earth. I like chubby clouds and the weighty atmosphere before a downpour and glitter-dropped Douglas firs after. And Christmas — oh yes, Christmas: that promise of tinsel nights […]

on seasons

It’s been unseasonably warm this spring. Instead of the expected rain, sunshine emerged with the cherry blossoms and has stuck around long after those petals fell and other plants have started to bloom. It wasn’t the worst winter, but it wasn’t a pleasant one either. I’ve been overcommitted, hibernating when I have free time, and […]