I’ve been busy at Ringling College of Art and Design trying to be a 46 yo freshman. I’m going after my first BFA in Creative Writing. It’s my first bachelorette of anything.
I took 4 courses and I learned a lot. One course was “Writing for Money”. Very helpful for those who want to make money at writing, which I do. But not from my blog. That’s just for fun.
But I did learn how to do podcasts. I didn’t really ever see this as a writing opportunity, but I came up with a writerly cast, reading flash fiction, and celebrating unpublished prose.
I originally thought this was an outlet for my fellow classmates, but no one was really interested. Who doesn’t want to share their stuff? I would love to have any of you contribute. Simply record your favorite prose and send to me! I would love to add it to my blog.
Miss you all. Hope you enjoy this little ~5-minute pod. 🙂 Let me know your thoughts! And Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, and peace to you all. Truly. We need a little magic now, yes?
Perfume and spices on the air as I wait in the string-lighted courtyard of our final banquet dinner. There are fires burning in the metal stand welcoming street strays. The smoke in my clothes and tearing eyes might as well be from sycamore limbs back home in Missouri. My heart is full and oh-so heavy knowing I might not see my new friends ever again. Wishing farewells and whispering fevered fantasies about moving across the globe to adopt new customs, cuisines and children. This could be my home. My heart is a gypsy. A Native American warrior heart nomadic as a tornado.
My heart so fragile. Powerful. Chaotic. Ready to rope out and lose its whirl at any moment. Yet overeager to jump and pump arteries-first into strange territory of emotion and relationship.
What to do with all this feeling? Love? Raw force of nature?
I hope to share eternity with you, Friends. Stay with God and send Him with me and we shall meet again on different, distant shores. Still bright and glistening.
I saw a young girl in a hot-pink jacket take her first steps with the help of a pediatric walker. She strolled straight through our hearts with smiles and laughter into the outstretched hands of her own mother’s love. I got to see what love can do.
Physical therapists seating kids who need wheelchairs. Nurses treating gunshot wounds. Kind people ready to laugh and bring joy, handing out glasses.
Make the sick well. Give sight to the blind. Bind wounds. And make the lame walk to mother’s waiting arms. Miracles. In the land where Jesus walked.
Love did that. Love changed their world. My world. THE world.
“For God so loved the world…”
Please let me see this place again. Please let me feel this love again. This beautiful lump in my throat. Jumping unrestrained from my lashes. Down my cheeks in rolling, fat tears.
Don’t let me pass from this valley without your love, God. How do I take this with me?
God is close to the broken-hearted
Mercy is where his grace has started
Carved-out justice of rock he made
Starve the devil on blood-soaked pearls once paid
Love falls down in chunks of fluff
All-time sacrifice was more than enough
Hope rises on this cloud-breaking bird