The Company of the Saints

The Company of the Saints

When a child, I often sat with my eyes closed in stillness on the bank of Dismal Creek waiting for God to call me back to my real home. Occasionally, my brother would stumble across me sitting there optimistic our Creator would be yanking me back any second. Nothing...
Up To No Good

Up To No Good

My friend Betty June made living on the bend of Dismal Creek a reckless adventure we enjoyed while biding our time till leaving the hollers to become successful. We had no idea what success even looked like outside the place where we grew up. I thought having...
Redneck Boys

Redneck Boys

When sitting each morning on my meditation chair striving to become a better more humble person, my mind often wanders to a childhood full of redneck boys. They made my life a misery by grabbing at whatever part of my body they found appealing, and worse they would...
Is It Too Much to Ask?

Is It Too Much to Ask?

Ants dance on the petals of peonies and robins find my feet fascinating objects when I walk by. Coyotes hover on the periphery observant but shy enough for pleasant company. Altogether, nature turns my day into a charming event after I’ve spent the morning mulling...
Freedom

Freedom

Nearing seventy, I find freedom in my aloneness. No one to tell me when to eat, sleep, or milk the cows. No looming parents hovering nearby to make sure I ‘act right’ and eat my vegetables, even the disgusting canned green beans, limp as seaweed hanging from a whale’s...
Laughing Wildflowers

Laughing Wildflowers

I frighten people when expressing my desire to live in the higher realms with the mystics and all the dogs and cats who have shared my life. No doubt, they’re enjoying the beauty not found here, a place hidden under concrete, a cluttered landscape of transformers and...

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