Since the beginning of quarantine we have seen numerous exhortations to self-improvement: cleaning out your old junk, tackling those household projects, or even to finishing that great masterpiece that we’ve been ruminating over for ages. Read more…
I write this post with deadened emotions. I write this post with a distant kind of sadness that I can barely describe. I write this post as one who has suffered trauma in the past Read more…
Post Espresso is relaunching! After a couple of years hiatus, I am rebuilding Post Espresso. Awhile back I lost my hosting space, but I held on to my domain names. Now that I have a Read more…
I think I feel a little like Jonah. I feel a little like the prophet who tried, through everything, to get away from a calling that he simply could not escape. Everywhere I go, it lies there, sometimes waiting to be trampled on, sometimes waiting to be adored. It flashes like flood waters, it raps at my door and pounds on my windows.
I cannot deny that when I write, sometimes I feel a deep and powerful presence of God. It is like the world just begins to fit and I am there, just feeling God's presence and loving it. This feeling certainly isn't always there, but in my prayers this morning I began to wonder if perhaps the essence of love is being with someone. And if at the same time, creativity must always involve that same bit of "being with" that's at the heart of love.