bracing
preparing myself for the storm; bracing; but what if it doesn’t come as or when I expect; so then I am just constantly bracing; fearing what’s next
Jesus makes the flowers grow. Jesus makes the flowers grow. Jesus makes the flowers grow. Jesus makes the flowers grow.
not a poet, not a singer, not a writer. or maybe—when I’m not afraid—something like a poet/singer/writer.
JG
definitely a fragile clay jar though.
is that confusing?
(please see the footer).
JG
but if it wasn’t confusing, I’m glad you get me.
I’m glad you’re here!
JG
I’m glad you’re here no matter what.
JG
welcome reader, stay awhile—or as long as you’d like.
JG
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RECENT THOUGHTS
learning to stand
winter seems to be so much longer than it needs to be; the snow melts only to fall again; and the sun hides its face for far too long; I learn to stand only to stumble once more
straight from my journal
02/06/26 tonight is a night I wish I could color within the lines. I wish I had dreamt of being a doctor. I am embarrassed to say I used to dream of being a singer. I am also a little afraid that the fear of being horrible is making me start to hate what I…
