We are a reflection of our origin. Genesis 1:26 and 27 tells us that God created humankind in his image. As such, we are God’s likeness in his creation. We are the “Signature of the Divine;” as the contemporary Christian music group, Needtobreathe, said in the song of the same title. Being created in his image, we are endowed with attributes that relate to God’s nature. One of these is the need to create. In the classic sense, to create…..
Human beings are social creatures; I think that we can all agree on that. Abraham Maslow theorized about the needs that motivate us in his Hierarchy of Needs: physiological, safety, love/belonging, esteem, and self-actualization. I can see where socializing contributes to meeting all of those needs. However, being social isn’t something unique to humans as other creatures live in cooperative groups. The simple act of socializing helps any organism living in community achieve its physiological and safety needs. There is even…..
I think its fair to say that humankind has always had a yearning to connect with its origin. There are any number of ways in which we have, or are, taking that journey. I may reach for the stars studying the cosmos or delve into the secrets of subatomic particles. I could pour over religious texts while living on an isolated mountaintop in a perpetual meditative state. Perhaps taking up philosophy or ethics would be my chosen path to understanding. …..
“There is always hope.” That’s a truth that I keep foremost in my mind at all times and in all situations. What do I mean by that? I suppose that if you looked, you would find some sanitized definition of “hope” that describes it in clinical terms. Miriam-Webster provides this as one definition: desire accompanied by expectation of or belief in fulfillment.1 Such a definition, though, doesn’t quite satisfy when I think of hope and its importance to my human…..
In my last blog post, I talked about why I had decided to organize Reborn and Other Versifications into three parts: Lost in the Dark, Through the Twilight, and Emerge in the Light. In that blog post, I described, in short, how writing poetry was integral to my healing process. In this blog post, I want to go into more detail about how writing poetry facilitated that healing process. I may not get through this in one post. So, please…..
Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that I would one day be so bold as to publish a collection of poems. Over the span of my life, I was guilty of writing a poem now and then, usually sitting alone in some bar, pen in hand, scribbling away on a napkin. Such poems were inspired by the moment and not given too much thought. A couple were gems that I held on to; but, most were destined for…..
When I was growing up in SW Pennsylvania, poetry was nursery rhymes, children’s songs, and crude limericks told around the playground or in the hallway at school. In middle school and high school, I became acquainted with Lord Byron, William Wordsworth, and Emily Dickenson. My eleventh grade English teachers even went so far as to teach us about meter and forced us to memorize several of the classics. I thought Edgar Allen Poe was worthy of my consideration, maybe because…..