Do you see the Flowers? People often ask me why I do the strange things I do — like spending my Friday nights cruising downtown just to talk to all of the street dwellers, picking up hitch-hikers, handing out flowers to strangers, or purposely driving somewhere I have never been at a whim just to…
Author: Jenna Peterson
Honsho-Myoshu
Honsho-Myoshu “What I don’t understand is when one achieves enlightenment, the reward is already had. So what happens after that? What inspiration is there to do good and help others?” My pastor asked as we were driving north along Highway 55 to visit a shelter in Chicago. Pastor Carol and I were having another of…
Standstill
I reached my hand into the bag, eyes closed, routing around, praying silently. Show me what I need to see. The small ivory stones tumbled around my fingers until I felt it. This is the one. I grasped a single rune from the sordid bunch and gingerly removed it, placing it flat in my hand….