The 60-Second Sabbath

Gratitude

  • A Diner in Central PA

    sepia photos on the wallsoldthe color of memory a brick house shadowed by tall treesa two-story business districta trolley car linked to overhead lines this could be my historymy history pinned to these wallslong enough ago nowto be a curiosityfor… Continue reading

  • Mickey

    Yes, Virginia,there is a Mickey Mouse.As surely as there is purity and open-armed acceptance,    laughter and joy,    innocence and playfulness,there is a laughing, smiling rodentwhose heart is big enoughto embrace all the childlike and trusting souls of the worldwho long to know… Continue reading

  • Starting

    I begin a new journey.I travel a new road.     Smell the air,        washed by the night rains.    Feel the morning sun        warming our hoping skin.    Taste the raspberries,        sweet and popping,        growing outside the… Continue reading

  • Through Me

    Life, live through me,    not shame,        for shame drives us        to cut ourselves,    not fear,        for fear drives us        to cut others,    not perfection,        for perfection drives us        to… Continue reading

  • Pinning Blame

    Who's responsible for this mess?     The "mess" in question is me. Who's to blame?Someone must pay!     Who is it    that wants    to pin the blame? Is it Stillnessor is it Ego?     Why… Continue reading

  • Thinning Walls

    How thin these walls have become,the walls between youth and age,    between the conscious and the unconscious,    between this world and the next,    between my heart and yours,    between our hearts and theirs. Permeable.Translucent. Through ever-thinning wallsI hear other voices.I… Continue reading

  • Lacking Scarcity

    There isenough. I amenough. I live as ifthere isn't enough:    not enough time,    not enough money,    not enough sleep,    not enough room,    not enough accomplished… But there is alwaysenough. And I am alwaysenough. Text and… Continue reading

  • Let Go. Let Go. Let Go.

    Part 1 "What will you takefrom our time together?"asked the therapist,as he always didwhen drawing a session to a close.  "That I can continueto let things be what they are,to release,to relinquish control. Let go.Let go.Let go." Part 2 What… Continue reading

  • A Perfectionist Starts to Heal

    I can embrace all of my feelings–even the unpleasant ones–with respect. I can allow my inconsistencies. I don't have to be right. I don't have to like everyone. I don't have to get everything done. I don't have to please… Continue reading

  • Helium

    Now is the time of letting go. Sadness, certainly,but also dusky shades of something salvific. I am a helium-filled balloon;letting go,I finally, finallyfly. Text and image © 2013 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading