Beneath the Tarp
Every time I stopped between Prosser and Joliet, I walked around the trailer looking for a bungee that had given up. I carry several replacements. On a trip that long, one or two usually snap after spending hundreds of miles convincing me they have no intention of doing so. Optimism has many virtues, but it…
What is your relationship with rest?
The Cushion The waves were breaking into the boat, and Jesus was asleep in the stern. Beneath him lay a cushion. Around him, the vessel carried the movement of the sea, rising and falling under a wind that was driving water over its sides. What belonged beneath the boat was gathering inside it. Earlier, the…
The Second Storm
At 5:20 this morning, two raccoons began fighting beneath my open bedroom window. I had planned to sleep in. The night before, I had stayed up later than usual, comforted by the thought that morning would allow me to remain curled beneath the warm blankets for a little longer. There were no alarms demanding an…