The 60-Second Sabbath

life

  • The Game, Part 2

    I was tackled;no one said there would be tackling.I was chased down the field;no one said I'd be running scared.I swung bats at imaginary balls;"Whose side am I on?" I cried. "Life!""Work!""Relationships!" Something wooden whacked the back of my head.I… Continue reading

  • The Game, Part 1

    "I'm game," I said,"I just don't knowwhat gamewe're playing." "That's just it–we're recruited for the gamebut never given the rules." "But I…" The whistle blew:game on. Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading

  • Time

    Time to write. Time for silence. Time to let God speak. Time to know who I am. Time to be grateful. Time to be human. I have all the time. I not only have the time, I have all the… Continue reading

  • The Convention

    Twenty-seven floors above Indianapolis:I stand at my hotel windowand soar, like a bird, over the river,    across which grinds a long train of empty coal cars,over a vacant, blue-seated baseball stadium,over anonymous autos crawling the Interstate,past other tall hotels where, possibly,… Continue reading

  • Magic

    When I was a child,magic lived in the world–not illusion,not pretend,real magic. Magic filled warm summer nightswhen I leaned on my window silland whistled softlymy four-note tune,through the screen.I repeated it several times,waiting for the nightto bring something unknownsomething extraordinary.This… Continue reading

  • Authenticity

    Let's imagine you find your voice,you speak your mind,and you do so from a place of utter ownership,not defensiveness or accusation. And because of this,you lose your job,or a significant friendship,or even your spouse. Congratulations!You've just succeeded–as few do–at life.… Continue reading

  • Why Wait?

    Why waitfor your life to begin? Why not start with,"This is what I want my life to be"and make it so? Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading

  • The Supper

    "We have here,"he said,"all the elements of the perfect supper."He waved his hand grandly across the table."Bread, freshly-baked, steaming from the oven,soft and hot as your midnight touch;water, cold and clear as crystal,bracing as your honesty, cleansing as your tender… Continue reading

  • A Day with the Cats

    I spend the day at home with my cats,doing exactly what they do:I sleep when they sleep;I eat when they eat(from my own dish on the kitchen floor);I play when they play;I remain on all fours,keeping as much as possibleat floor… Continue reading

  • Each child is born in truth.(It's in living we learn to lie.) What gifts do you offerto bring us backto original innocence? Share them.Share them now. Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading