There are 23 pigeons sitting on the wire across the street. Just sitting. A light breeze moves their perch – wings flap, balance maintained. A mist floats in the air. After a week of cold, the warmer temperature is a blessing despite the absense of sunshine. The heater kicks on and I feel warmth creeping [...]
Cluttered and Scattered
This is painful. My mind is flowing, rapids tumbling over rocks, swirling in whirlpools. What direction, how do I focus? The dog is barking, making me crazy. So many ideas, which one do I choose. When I start on one, the others seem more interesting. I can’t stay focused. Do I have an attention problem? No. I can focus on a movie, sit at my computer for hours, socializing with peeps I will never meet, slinging mindless dribble in every direction without guilt and satisfaction.
The Star, A Christmas Story
Once upon a time in a country far away from here, there lived a little girl named Ruth. Ruth’s home was not at all like our houses, for she lived in a little tower on top of the great stone wall that surrounded the town of Bethlehem. Ruth’s father was the hotel-keeper—the Bible says the “inn keeper.” This inn was not at all like our hotels, either. There was a great open yard, which was called the courtyard. All about this yard were little rooms and each traveler who came to the hotel rented one. The inn stood near the great stone wall of the city, so that as Ruth stood, one night, looking out of the tower window, she looked directly into the courtyard. It was truly a strange sight that met her eyes.