At the time of this writing, the Winder Place blog is not actually public yet. I’ve been writing content awhile in preparation for launching the website.
So if you’re reading this right now, that has changed. Winder Place has gone “live,” as they say. Read more …
The light grows dimmer,
and all my soul can do is simmer,
because I wanted this my way.
A thousand souls to stay,
to show me I mean something.
Without them I mean nothing.
A thousand days to play.
Without them I will fray
into a thousand scattered fragments,
unless these all were just my figments
of meaning and value that lie elsewhere—
in the voice of the wind as I sit in my chair,
in the flowers that grow from my soul each day,
in finding that this Love was truly my way.
I’ve been wrestling with this question a lot lately. How do we know the difference?
In a way, it’s sort of funny that I would conflate these two at all. Self-expression is a way of honoring ourselves, perhaps through art, or through saying what we really think or feel. Read more …
I was on the edge of something beautiful
when you arrived.
I was walking slowly down a magic hall,
and scarce survived
when you showed up inside my heart and scared the hall away.
What shall I do to get it back? Read more …
What if we adopted this as a postulate?
The truth heals. Yes, it can make us uncomfortable. Yes, it can be confusing or even frustrating at times. And yes, it can (and usually does) do tremendous damage to our favorite lies we cling to to keep ourselves “safe.” Read more …
I’m so tired of playing this game!
I do it with so many people who I know. How can I make myself more acceptable/presentable/appropriate/good/lovable? It’s a game that takes place mostly in the subconscious as we try to earn or maintain the favor of those around us. Read more …
About a year ago I was visiting a bookstore while on vacation in Delaware, when a little gray cat caught my attention. He was one of many others on the stuffed animal display, but there was something particular about him that stood out to me. Read more …
Can you imagine a beach
where all the nations come to play?
There is no one to teach or preach
or tell them what to say.
They live out of their hearts, them each,
and laugh in their own way.
As many as the sands they reach,
holding hands this day. Read more …
I heard a story the other day that really touched me in a profound way. The story is told by Greg Boyd during a debate with Paul Copan on an episode of Premier Christian Radio’s “Unbelievable?” show. Greg tells a story about a little girl who was taken in at a foster home ministry that specializes in caring for children who have been removed from abusive homes. Read more …
I’m not exactly sure why it happened. Six years ago, I “fell in love,” as some would say. It wasn’t a sudden epiphany that struck in a singular moment. It was more of a gradual dawning over the course of a month. Read more …
