I once prayed for someone to speak truth to, and as if an answer to my prayers, a man came to me starving and in need.
He asked for food and I gave him a Bible. We parted ways.
Later I heard the man had died of starvation, but my conscious was clear…
When I write, especially in the area of non-fiction, I have to be careful that all I say does not come out as “sarcastic passive aggressive quips implying you are dumb”.
You are never too old to shine bright lights in people’s eyes.
With sexuality as it stands now, our societal inclinations are to adamantly accept or to suppress as if it does not exist. There is created, then, a vacuum doorway in the “Closet.” As you stand and consider everything in the doorway of sexuality, one will either be sucked in one direction or the other. There is attributed too much importance on the things that define sexuality, which are actually only that which make us unique humans.
Late last evening I went outside with a head lamp, some India Ink, a few Sharpies, and some twigs I made into pen nibs. Here’s what happened.
Place cut outs of small costumed children at the door. Dress as a stereotypical dad and ring the door bell. When someone comes to the door, act as if the cut outs were real children, encouraging them to ‘say thank you’ and ‘let’s go to the next house.’
You are a Dad taking his children trick or treatin’.
Doodling the things in my head that will someday be books?