Blanchard What if… someone had cut down the cross before it.was.finished; that earth-shaking, soulchain-breaking echo lost… what if?   Who am I, then to bury my hands (hide them) in pockets deep before carrying the dank, rank soil of shame? Even such waste decomposed can grow a flower.   jfig   4/17 Brokenness and shame, words that are now […]


Sometimes life quakes, unsettling all our ground, even destroying things we thought were safe. This is a reflection for those times. jfig   Fissures   My earth splits and shifts Gaping at awkward angle as splinters race along the fracture lines. From aerial view, it might look like arteries On my heart, if the lines […]