Category Archives: Rictameter

Changes are outward. Though hard, we move quickly on. Transitions are inward, causing a continuous series of births and deaths of our inner selves in search of life’s deeper meaning… sometimes nothing changes.

Verses. Thin and brittle. Forced into confining constructions once inspiring succulent wisdom in digestible bites. Adding fresh ingredients with just a dash more time yields bountiful verses.

Fathers are not perfect. They possess shortcomings that challenge them every day as providers, husbands, parents, and sons. A child’s unconditional love gives them strength to become even better fathers.

Sometimes forces beyond our control intervene to bring us up short, reminding us that there is evil at work in the world. Discouragement creeps up on us. Wickedness cannot win, yet it will try sometimes.

Distress as storms churning in relentless anger send waves of grave panic among all who despair the unpredictable tempest with its unsettling wrath. They move swiftly over, leaving behind distress.

Glass reflecting the sun’s rays, intensified by trajectories ignored by bodies languishing on the sandy beach. Slipping behind the horizon its farewell light sparkles, shimmering like glass.

Power. Domination in pursuit of control. Weakness in balance’s shadow. Wavering on the brink of perception. Illumination in darkness. Vulnerable to whims of nature’s wrath. Power.

Caring opens our eyes to God’s limitless love. By living in community, we learn to love…to share joy and sorrow. Our burdens are not as heavy. Others’ burdens lighter because of our caring.

Habits… annoying bits of ourselves that surface at times of distraction or just inattention to how we see ourselves. Biting nails, cracking knuckles, … little indiscretions turn into bad habits. * For those who wonder about the title, it comes … Continue reading →

The past suddenly feels safe and comfortable. A wrinkle in time exists where the present and future tease and taunt me. I feel the sands of time shifting beneath me and pulling me back into the past.