Signposts

i can’t write like that. i can’t string my words like pearls like you do. i just spill them on the floor, where you eventually trip over them. i don’t know how to express my emotions in ways other than This Happened and I Felt. most days, i feel awkward and juvenile and plain.

maybe that’s why i don’t say as much. i just sit back and listen and watch and imagine and feel. sometimes i feel too much and it overwhelms me, and i am paralyzed. stunned.

and like most everything else, this has nothing to do with anything at all. what i really want to say is stuck at the tip of my tongue, at the edge of my mind, right there, but i can’t think of the right words.

i can’t think of any words.

i just wish i could open the door to my insides and let you see for yourself.

— Christine Castro Hughes, “Fragment #100”  <link>

The God of the Bible is both a God of justice and mercy, of righteousness and compassion, of love and lordship, of order and creativity, of hierarchy and equality. Unless you can hold these antinomies in tension, you cannot paint a full picture of the Biblical God.

— Ben Witherington, from review of The Shack  <link>

Ideas result from the collision of metaphors inside the head.

— Ray Bradbury  <link>