A fractured past sparks a lover’s quarrel
Liminal space is not a mistake or a failure. It’s a real part of life.
my dad, he calls me his little morning dove
Simon of Cyrene went home that Friday evening with blood, not his own, on his shirt.
The Serpent lived in the Garden in the days before men. It marveled at the newness, the vastness, the shared breath of all who dwelled within.
Many people bury their shame. Mennonites are particularly good at hiding their feelings, including shame.
