We had pretzels this morning before Palm Sunday Mass at the Co-Cathedral of The Sacred Heart [pictured]. Possibly unknown to much of the population, pretzels have deep-rooted religious symbolism. [Food & Wine Magazine] The pretzel's origins date back at least over 1500 years. While the New York Times reported that a fifth-century illuminated manuscript in … Continue reading Pretzels For Breakfast
Category: Discernment
For those with a discerning eye.
If you've ever been to Denver Colorado, then maybe you have visited The Mile High Flea Market. The market has been around since 1976 and stretches for more than 80 acres near Interstate 76 & 88th Avenue. I love the market. I've been buying and selling there for 30 years. Back when I had my … Continue reading Vision & Discernment [Flea Market]
My roommate and I spent the morning and afternoon cleaning our house from corner to corner. We've been renting/splitting this house since last summer, and this is [most definitely] the cleanest it's ever been during the past nine months. Unclean, will bring [The Unclean], and [Cleanliness] is next to [Godliness]. That being said, when I … Continue reading Cleanliness Of The Home
Title: DAMAGES Avoiding pain is natural. In fact that's why it's there. Pain is a signal to the brain letting us know that something is wrong. Through our efforts to avoid the uncomfortable we protect ourselves, our hearts, and sometimes our lives. It's in this way that most people understand and cope with pain. Whether … Continue reading Damages [Spring 2019]
The large digital clock had ticked down to three minutes, it was time to board my train. I enjoy sitting in the front section of the light rail. This way if the train hits something, and it does happen, I'll have a front-row seat in hopes of snapping a few pics for my next story. … Continue reading Transfer Series, I’m Not a Terrorist Part 2
The Promise of Hope Last night, during one of the many times that I woke up, each time making notes for my novel, I remembered something that a stranger said to me. It was almost four years ago, that night that a woman that I had never met before, said something to me that I'll … Continue reading The Promise of Hope
To Myself, When I woke up this morning and made the discovery, nothing, not one tear. It happened just as I had expected, and all of the signs had warned me of. The knowing and the seeing can at times still seem like a curse instead of a necessary discerning qualifier. It's not that I … Continue reading Universe University, Not One Tear
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