Goodness, how right my Mama was about the deepening thing. As I’m moving from undergrad to grad and from DC to Boston and, really, from setting the (professional) stage to slowly starting to explore the set on it, I’m spending three months at home. To, as my Mama so rightly stated the other day, deepen […]
Tag: Believe
Carried
By the womb and bosom, by the arms of my father, I am carried. By our earth, the seas, and the horizon, by my feet and body, I am carried. By the morning sun, the stars at night, and the ever-changing moon, by our expansive universe, I am carried. By yesterday’s lessons, today’s opportunities, and […]
Churchthoughts on Bodylanguage.
I’d much rather hug the priest*. Or shake hands. Or do the European cheek-cheek kiss-kiss. But the whole kneeling business… in front of him and in front of God… it’s not working for me. It just isn’t, never has. Because after all, what kind of God am I serving? What kind of humanity? What kind […]
Believing.
In the Guntram-home, We believe in fresh bread with melting butter. We believe in spring picnics and summer BBQs. We believe in treating stomach aches with ice cream. We believe in reading good-night stories over and over and over again. We believe in chatting by the bedside. We believe in praying with and for one […]
Nowliving
— Start now. Forgive. Breathe. Smile. Start now. — Walk barefoot. Dance in the rain. Book the ticket. Or ride a tandem. Or both. Sing loudly. Even if wrongly. And make up the lyrics. Tell them. That whatever. Just tell them. Eat the cake. And the pizza. Smoke the joint. Cut your hair. Short. Finish […]
So Klar
Ich werd’s wissen, wenn ich’s seh. Oder besser, Ihn. Ihn sehen, wissen Aber glauben werd ich’s auch so. Glauben an Ihn, einfach so Also, Licht aus.
