waystationone
Blog URL http://www.waystationone.com
Located Lynchburg, Virginia USA
Tags family, life, marriage, kids, money, choices, friendship, community, serving
everyday life through a spiritual lens
Latest Blog Posts
- My boy on Nov 21, 2009
Bear in LakeIn the Artist own words: Beauty is the mist of the waterfall rising into a rainbow.Logan took home second place in the Reflections contest at school this year. A little misdirection as that is the bear hiding behind the tree.It seems seco...
- 55 - some bar on Nov 20, 2009
through glassdarkly,his eyesgleem,rekindling spirits,olderthan time,ashe slogsthroughamber seasonemore timeseeking...numb solaceandeasy burnofliquid gracewashinghis painaway,falling forlieshe toldhimselftoo manytimes...broken shardsleakyellow-brownte...
- Theme Thursday: Late on Nov 18, 2009
pull my triggerwatch me spewmy righteous angeragainst the wallleaving only the voidwhere your body isas it slowly slidesdown the wallto puddle on the floor....your tongue twistingin circles around my earfilling my headwith copper jacket shells,a load...
- Inferno on Nov 17, 2009
Disappointment, like rubbing hands together over ashes hoping for warmth, sits heavy in her eyes. Fingertips cool against my skin, as we make our way home to get the gift certificate, laying on the bedside table, keeping us from making our reservatio...
- 10, 2 and 4 on Nov 16, 2009
Two nappy yellow tennis balls rest on the great green expanse of the court, somewhere between white lines bisecting territories and piles of crisp brown leaves gathering in the corners of the surrounding chain link fence. Lines and fences, containing...
- Saturdays Gone on Nov 15, 2009
Knobby tires hiss against the asphalt, spraying rooster trails of leftover rain in the wake of our bikes. Tucking, we squeeze every bit of momentum out of the hills until gravity captures us and the burn returns as our legs pump like pistons to crest...
- 55 - tapestry [PG-13] on Nov 13, 2009
she cutscreating tapestriesto her painon alabastercanvasinsideher arm...she bleeds,releasing steam,like pricksatop thepie crustto letit breathe...she dreams,pulling one scar,like thread,watchingher lifeunravel,on the floor...she criesgo awaywhile rea...
