lenten journal: just a thought

I had a day of rest today, thus, today’s word. respite it’s the streetside café that pulls you out of the crush of people filling the sidewalk; it’s the bench in the park where you can sit unnoticed with the disquieting revelation that the world can go on without you, yet expects you will be…

mercy drops who knows why old hymns rise to the surface but I found myself singing about showers of blessing for no apparent reason other than the rain hitting my windshield wipers keeping time until I got stuck on two words mercy drops I almost stopped and ran under the rain hoping to be drenched…

travelogue the depth of the darkness meant we had our choice of guides that’s what it means to stargaze to lose yourself in the night and then dash into the dark at the drop of a meteor but you can only go so far listening to someone whistle when you wish upon a star the…

Last night, Ginger and I got to go to the Red Sox game, thanks to our friends Fez and Maggie. It was our first time in the park in five years. As I reflected on the train ride back today, I channelled Robert Frost. Stopping by Fenway on a Chilly Evening Whose house this is…