“You’re in the valley,” she says to me, grabbing my shoulders and keeping her eyes on me— they never once wander away from me and find another thing to fix on. “You’re in the valley,” she says again. “Welcome to it.” We were standing in the middle of a crowded church lobby. I was rambling…Read more "Welcome to the valley."
its funny how it happened. sounded cool a few months in advance, not so cool when the nerves hit the day of departure. jumped onto a bus in a sketchy part of town in the middle of the night. woke up in the brightest of bright places. glimpse of heaven, i guess. He was there. […]Read more "black stones"