“…she grabbed handfuls of our hair and raked the razor blade in a downward motion…rake, rake, rake, rake, rake…until a clump landed on the floor. She called it “layering.”
Robin Williams has left us. We’ve been bombarded with blog articles, news, speculation on social media, etc…as to why he did this or what it means for those suffering from bipolar disorder or depression. The only short answer I could possibly give for the question, “Why did he do it?” is this…
“We place our fingers in position – we touch his lips, his throat, and lay our second finger across the bridge of his nose. We feel even harder this time, for the flutters of his mouth, the breaths, the separations and vibrations that compose the message of…”
“Those staircases that lead to the bedrooms we used to know have been transplanted into our souls. As Sarah Dessen said in What Happened to Goodbye, ‘Your past is always your past. Even if you forget it, it remembers you.'”
“Religion will always be handing out tests and tapping its foot at the end of your desk, expecting perfection. But Montessori God will follow you around the classroom, waiting until you pick something up and then tell you what you need to know about whatever it is that you’ve discovered.”
I’ve heard a story that one night a fly flew into the mouth of this old woman as was speaking, causing her to hack and choke until she was finally able to spit it out. She then straightened her skirt, gained her composure and said, “He was a stranger, and yet I took him in.”
“My wires were crossed for dysfunctional sex. Sex was still about intimacy, and in many ways still about love, but it existed within brotherhood rather than the safety of a healthy love relationship that wasn’t medicating a painful childhood.”
Fifteen hundred dollars later, I’ve learned a lesson in obedience, taking a risk, goodwill, and how loss can be turned into love.
“Please God, please let the powers that be say ‘No’ to Barbie Jesus going on sale in our bookstore.” I had already imagined “20% off” tags on him, and it made me uncomfortable.
“I’ve carried around my broken brother for so long, but today I could hear his voice on the other end of the phone – and in it the hope of second chances.”
“I’m searching for those people…the “ready to explode.” They’re out there, doing their best to snuff out their own short fuse before it disappears into their belly and destroys them for good. I want to find them before…”
Here’s a free original song download. NV peeps…we’ll be performing this song at our services tomorrow (March 30th) at the Carmel and Fishers campuses.
“God doesn’t want our lacey panties, guitar solos, lights, shorty robes trimmed out in feathers, fog, or sweet smelling sachets to keep things fresh. He wants what is in our hearts…”
“This is a contest of sorts. And I fully realize it may backfire, but who knows what may come of it. Stick with me to the end on this one.”
“There is a basket of laundry sitting on the floor in front of me and my daughters are in the next room arguing over jewelry. My life is full. I can die now.”