Adventure
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Parenting Through Fear
I used to be fearless. Well, maybe not completely fearless, worries and doubts still plagued me, but overall my philosophy on life was: You can’t let your fear paralyze you. You have to move forward and choose your own adventure. And so I did. Throughout my early to mid-twenties I threw aside normal ideas of Continue reading
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Divine Unknowns
In the stillness of the morningI close my eyesand feel covered by a peacethat warms the sensitiveskin of my soulfragile and yearning for comforta warm cup of obsoletesin a room of shivering uncertainties I don’t have a cluebut I’ll stay inside the mysterythis land of unknownsit’s wild and open and free I’d rather be here Continue reading
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Confessions of an Adventure Junkie
Last night in my dreams I wandered around some beautiful, unknown country. I spotted an old building, adorned with history and personality and lush green vines. I snapped a picture. I didn’t know anyone. I wasn’t sure where I was. I was filled with joy. I woke up with that old disappointment. That buried ache. Continue reading
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When You Come To The Edge
“Is it safe?” I asked, nerves coming out. I had tried to act all cool and adventurous, like I used to be, like I didn’t have a care in the world. But all of a sudden that pretense was falling down, like I imagined my body falling into a herd of Longhorns grazing below, Continue reading
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Mmm, Tastes Like A Story
I really, really like food. I mean, who doesn’t? Food is so much more than sustaining, surviving. It is also more than temporary pleasure. The best food tells a story. I mean, that’s what it’s all about right? Food and drink, together-ness. Story. I love how Jesus fed people with physical food to represent the Continue reading
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Let Me Tell You A Story
I am sitting down to write this morning because that seems to be the way I get my lungs and heart to work. Writing sometimes feels like riding a stationary bicycle. You approach it with resistance, maybe a little boredom. You don’t really feel like you are getting anywhere, but later you feel the ache Continue reading
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Smudgy Pictures of the Future, AKA "I have no idea what I am doing."
Here I am again. This is too familiar, but each time I go through the same old worry, same old freak-out, same old resolution and finally, a sense of peace. The future feels blurry, and in my humanness, blurry feels scary. I have vague impressions, colors and smudgy lines. Words and songs, faces, images. But Continue reading
Brooke Gale LouvieR 