The Orchid Journal

We, formed in the mind of HIM and breathed into Time's kazoo, hurtle forth perplexed, with a small grape salad in each hand. We think we lack tickings of clocks, grand hellos or rambling thoughts we think we lack calendar photos or celebrations of first cries we think, ...this one had a good run ...that one didn't have a chance ...the other one should not have been granted an audience Shadows writhe along the walls assured we are only a physical breach, a tipsy toddle, the rotting of chromosomes Hollows sound with mule brays basking in their owlish delight we are only rounds of a checkers game stalked by crowned enemy kings in our Wake Few Lights blazon and blink down a path walked by countless fogs here we are, immortals Some journey two pages and depart to evergreen trees, crisp ocean breeze, a bubbling of friendly rejoices and kisses Some wander four chapters and depart to putrid nightmares, clogged in a room of knives obscured, no whimper of sympathy. But ALL walk and walk...

Reading blogs of friends has made me realize, it has been THREE MONTHS since the last time I have written on my own blog! I started this blog originally so that I would have a place to practice writing often, at least to force myself to write 'in public' and hone my skills, but here I am, letting three entire months go by and not a single word written. Unacceptable! I have, in fact, been writing these past few months. Most of my writing has been in my journals or in completing the exercises in an amazing workbook called "The Creative Call: an Artists response to the Way of the Spirit." (Seriously, if you are an artist, writer, creative at all, I highly recommend this book! HIGHLY! I have never gone through a workbook and been so incredibly inspired and equipped as I have with this book. If you are stuck in your creative endeavors, curious as to how the gifts God has given you play into the call on your life, GET THIS BOOK AND DO IT! If you have no money to buy...