An old, red brick house Sitting small on scrabbley grass It was home to me Source Of All Blessings You bless us with time to reconnect to self, family, Friends, purpose, and meaning. May I fill this lacuna with memories, reflections, insight love, generosity, and renewed commitment to spending more of my life doing … Continue reading Growing Up In Kansas
Rain pushes back our hike Clearing skies fool those on foot But we soon join them Source of all blessings, you bless us with abundance in the midst of want, with health when others are sick, with warm spirits while others are cold, and joy out of suffering. May we honor and praise … Continue reading Rain Pushes Back Our Hike
Years back, angry note Re: taking handicap space Today we need it. ~Haiku by Michael When our granddaughter Madison was born (in San Diego, now just over 14 years ago, tempus fugit) we hurriedly parked our car in a handicapped space at the hospital. I don’t … Continue reading I Need That Space!
(This essay was originally published in my January, 2009 E-newsletter, during the recession. How easy it is to forget how scary those times were, how tenuous. Today, our world faces different challenges, as we always will. This has been slightly revised.) My first home was a barracks in Iowa, where Dad was going to … Continue reading Eating Sloppy Joe: Thriving In Difficult Times
I wrote these lyrics for one of those kind of upbeat church service bands with drums, guitars, and such. It's probably sacrilegious but I don't mean it to be. I'm not a musician so I can't complete the song, but I still can feel the melody and the beat inside as I read this. Maybe … Continue reading I am the Prodigal Son
Sometimes here at the Profound Bartender we try to have a little sense of humor once in a while, so for a scootch of fun we might stretch a story just a wee bit here and there... Does it irritate you as much as it does me when a waiter drops off your food and … Continue reading Enjoy!
My mom used to love bluebirds, I always remember that, with love, about her. I have a little glass bluebird she kept in her windowsill. My grandparents were Kansas farmers and went every Sunday to a little Methodist church called Grandview about seven miles down the road, except for the rare Sabbath when the summer … Continue reading My Mom Used to Love Bluebirds
On Saturday our neighbors moved to Arizona. A young family. The wife, husband, boy, girl, and dogs just up and left. A job opportunity for mom. Starts right away. Quick. Like that, they were gone. We live in a cul-de-sac, with an island in the middle of the circle where children play, and their house, … Continue reading The Mouths Will Rise Again
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