If it weren’t for the scourge of short memories and wanton impatience, we would remember that… Our faith should always be heavier than our burdens, so that which casts shadows in our path can be supplanted with the glory that is stored up for us.
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The art of creating
My passions are clustered closely together, sharing the commonality of creation. Whether it is my excursions into the depths of nature, earnestly searching for the face of God, but being content with hearing his heartbeat. Or my cobbling together of words in an effort to make sense of my place, my role on this planet.Continue reading “The art of creating”
Food for the soul – An epiphany
As for me consistent inconsistency should be heralded, applauded and embraced, it keeps me nimble. Human beings are fickle and the pedestals we place them on are often of shoddy quality as the materials that we use, are often comprised of our expectations. I use to despair of the travails of life, until I realizedContinue reading “Food for the soul – An epiphany”
Foundations – An epiphany
Our foundations are often shaken as testament and reminder that we have no control other than the adoration we tender to whom that “control” emits. I will not cry out in agony, instead I will cry out to the Almighty. Asking… In humility. Creator, Father, Mother, Divine Omnipotence, Lord. Not for an escape, but forContinue reading “Foundations – An epiphany”
When it hits home
The pocket neighborhood on the Northwest side of Chicago where I grew up and forged bonds that I will have the rest of my life has defined me. Me and my counterparts affectionately refer to the neighborhood as the “Square” and it is where my heart and some of my greatest affinities lie. The peopleContinue reading “When it hits home”
Epiphanies: Enhancements, implants and futility
In a day and age where you can augment the human body in a litany of ways. The one medium where lasting enhancement has been procured for millenia, via the pages of a book… Is seen as an oddity of sorts. Breasts, abdominals, buttocks, hair… But the brain, why would anyone waste their time onContinue reading “Epiphanies: Enhancements, implants and futility”
Let the wrecking ball swing – An epiphany
An epiphany is tantamount to the sweetest melody. When that chord vibrates, it has the propensity to shake the very foundation of what we consider sacred. Ourselves. I’ve realized that I must have the wherewithal to let the demolition ensue so that I can build anew. The fear of losing who I am, who IContinue reading “Let the wrecking ball swing – An epiphany”
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