sick with allergieswaiting for winter to comewaiting for relief my mind is stopped upideas trapped behind the wallwaiting for release Peace,Milton

Again, with the technical difficulties. Here is my post from last night. grieving imagine you have a stonethe size of your sorrowstrapped to your backimagine you and the stonehave fallen into a lakeand sunk to the bottom you struggle to your feetand try to carry the stoneback to the surfacebut you cannot risethe water is…

road trip here is a well-traveledmetaphor: life is a roada highway headed westwait — not the interstate think two lane blacktopthat hits all the lightsin every small townintentional inconvenience that fills the booths insoul food cafés filling stations of the heartwhere whoever comes out to the car or up to the table iswearing a name…

The post is written, but our Wifi is down. All I can do is leave this message from my phone. I will post tomorrow. Peace,Milton

I had not intended to publish a manifesto today, or any day for that matter, but this post at brainpickings.com set me to thinking what my manifesto would be at this juncture of my existence. Before I could begin to answer that question, however, I wanted to figure out exactly what a manifesto was. I…

I looked forward to being the prophet this morning at church. The verses that were mine to inhabit as I put on my robe and walked down the aisle of the church are some of my favorites from Isaiah 61: The Spirit of the Lord GOD is upon me,because the LORD has anointed meto bring…

I remain intrigued by the prospect of angelswho must say, “fear not” as introductionto good tidings of great joythat come at a cost Peace,Milton

For the last several days I have been changing the profile picture on my Facebook page as I shuffled through some pictures of my childhood. I don’t remember all of the situations, or even all the locations beyond a generality, but I do recognize myself in a more profound way than just seeing a younger…

I am old enough to remember buying Simon and Garfunkel’s record Parsley, Sage, Rosemary, and Thyme when it came out in 1966. It’s the one that had (besides the title track) “Homeward Bound” and “The 59th Street Bridge Song” and a couple of lesser known ones that became favorites of mine: “For Emily, Wherever I…

today there was not enough light to light the morning skybefore I got to work to help my student seethe error of his ways to last till the end of the afternoonfor me to get home before dark to burn away the cloudsof grief that cover our house so we sat together on the couchsurrounded…