The Wasteland – Catherine Hamrick

Out of the Wasteland: Spring Unfurling

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T.S. Eliot popped into my mind today. After all, April begins. He called it the cruelest month. However, today my thoughts drift to two powerful lines that open Geoffrey Chaucer’s The Canterbury Tales. Drink in the wonder. Change does not always necessitate pain—it can be beautiful. Embrace the season. Whan that Aprille […]

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My Other Blog: Random Storyteller

Sunrise Words for My Teacher

In stillness at sunrise, I slide bloodstone beads between my fingers, counting nothing—my hands, invisible to words shut out my mouth and eyes, and I peer into your dark eye where mystics whispered, straining to hear the secrets you buried there when it was simple to fall awake— I catch just a glimpse and drop […]

Bench Prayer

Help me rest in this quiet space where shadows fall—beauty in progression, where mist lifts off the river, where a bench waits, so I can sit in love and accept walking a path where gravel roughens the soles of my feet before I step on the fresh grass.

Life, in the Madness of Death

My dad yearned to become a doctor from the moment he saw Doc Weeks, the county physician, set a leg. At 16, he took a bus from North Georgia to Atlanta, where he worked as an office boy. He was in a hurry; Pearl Harbor had ignited the war, and like millions, he was eager […]