I've had my share of what I call a kicking up of the dust and dirt-- have raised a little hell- I must say- I must admit. Am not proud of it, but have to come to terms with it. So this is my confession, you get to listen in on. I need to say … Continue reading Tangible: Hanna Friesen
Ran through my fingers like seive. Sifted- to the bare bones yes, and these bones will live. The knowledge I hiccupped in days gone by have gone bye-bye. Can they be recovered? Can I "study to show myself approved?" In wisdom and knowledge, heck! alot of water under the bridge, and let it flow where … Continue reading Having Known: Hanna Friesen
Can I accept the quiet? The suffering? The loneliness? Can I be? okay with it? Can I sit in it? and just be fine to live in the stillness of loneliness and pain? Can I take it and let it be what it is? and accept the suffering for now. Heaven awaits believers!!
He said give a cup of cold water in My name and you have given it to Me.
My Dad- what a man a barber for 40 years always reading up on nutrition, between customers. He had a grade 3 education but he could challenge doctors with his new-found knowledge of nutrition and prevention. He was cutting-edge-- my Dad-- Yeah, we heard all about free radicals at the breakfast table and anti-oxidants etc. … Continue reading Ode to My Dad: Hanna Friesen
Temptation: It's so tempting to fall- to slip- And fake it. To act nice when I'm not nice- when what's inside doesn't line up with that fake smile. So, don't buy it- if I'm selling it. just see through me past the outer shell through the ugly courtyard and into the place where there's gotta … Continue reading Temptation: Hanna Friesen
The Lull: Oh How I want to Impress you And so if I Let it all go And just BE The scary thing Is, I may Bore my onlookers Whom I need To keep on their toes Or the edge of their seat... So maybe one day I'll take the risk Of embodying boredom And … Continue reading The Lull: Hanna Friesen
There is truth a piece - a nugget that you share with me and away it goes into the schizms of my mind as I receive noddingly what you're saying... but because there is no connection between these schizms- as they are bolts of lightening - shooting around my pattered mind- the meaning is lost … Continue reading Fragmented: Hanna Friesen