The Mystery of Making Stuff Up

Most creatives can’t explain how they do what they do. Formulas escape them. The mysterious process occurs somewhere between the prefrontal and motor association cortex. Apart from the mechanics of syntax, color, structure, template, perspective, and story arc, creators are at the mercy of something no one but God understands. Like little children at supper, […]


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I am Clay

My life is on the wheel…Earthbound clay Spinning. Wondering. Why are His hands changing me? With purpose What is He creating in me? What does He see? Is there a purpose in the pain? Stretching, sensing, swirling, struggling I’m smaller than I used to be, it seems The Mosaic of broken dreams I’m dizzy with change […]


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Everyday Thanksgiving

In wanderlust of eternity,I travel streets of grace  I know the power of illusion. But I find truth upon Your Face (illusions crumble) the b/ro/ke/nness have weakened bones and feeble flesh.  I trust in the Musician’s strings,The One who makes the nation’s sing. You are good it’s understood as days lead on……………. to Day. So […]


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