The 60-Second Sabbath

Photography

  • Haiku

    words like winter windspirit-piercing shards of icearrows to the heart Text and image © 2013 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading

  • Original Revelation

    Perhaps the Big Bangwas God's way of saying, "Ta da!Here I am!"God struts onto the stage of Eternity for the first time:    the Divine Debut,    the Cosmic Coming Out. Applause! Applause!Rise and throw roses!Cue the trumpets, confetti and high-kicking angels!… Continue reading

  • The Halves and the Halves Not

    I am a word half-spoken;    you are that word's other half.I am a heart half-broken;    you are that heart's other half. I am a dream half-thought;    you are that dream's other half.I am a lesson half-taught;   … Continue reading

  • Toward Wholeness

    There's a man withinwhom I've ignored,discounted;he's never been heard,never been asked to contribute.Perhaps I've feared himor believed him irrelevant. But now I'm intrigued:    Who is he?    What does he have to say?    What can he teach me? So I ask,    "Who are you?" He answers,    "I… Continue reading

  • Ristra

    These fresh peppers–fire-engine red and leather-supple,all youth and loudness–gather,jostling and laughing,enjoying the attention. They age,color mellowing to burgundy,skin stiffening. Relaxed now, they fall silent,awed by the heat building within,ready to release the firefor which they were bred. Young peppers flash;old… Continue reading

  • Ego? Egad!

    I. My egoneeds less stage-time.He needs a caring cast memberto escort him into the wings,assuring him that he's doing a fine joband can now take a break,have a smoke and chill.The play goes on;we will retrieve him if needed. Sadly,… Continue reading

  • Existence/Experience

    When my father died,I looked through his vast library,and ran my fingers over the polished surfacesof the furniture he had built,and asked,"What was the point?" Then, when my mother died,I looked at her wall of needlepoint,and thumbed through her boxesof… Continue reading

  • Whiteboard

    Picture your lifeas a whiteboardon which is writtenall you've been toldabout life and meaning–    all you should believe,    all you should do,    all you should be. Thus crammed witha lifetime of scribbling,the board is unreadable,a jumble of… Continue reading

  • Self-Compassion

    I recommenda lot less self-critiqueand much more self-compassion. We're far too quick to bash ourselves–or feel like crap when others bash us–but seldom respondby honestly acknowledgingthat these things hurt,and what we really needis understanding and comfort. "Yes, that hurt.What she… Continue reading

  • Gift

    You can give me    no greater giftthan helping me seek    my own truth. Text and image © 2013 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading