The God of the Vine

Once upon a time…

A dreamer lay in the field, sleeping in the morning sun, shaded by the vines whose clusters of berries brought a delightful dizziness, if they hung on the vine too long and began to smell just so.she’d gorged herself on these berries the night before, walking along the winding path of vine. Eventually,she’d come to a place where the ground looked particularly inviting. She lay down and went about her business, which was dreaming.

I’m Still Here

Hello, all.

It’s been about six months and change since my last post here. I’ve been revisiting my devotional practices, working out some of the issues I’d found frustrating with the way I was doing things.

One of the changes you’ll see going forward is in the nature of content posted here. From now on, devotional stories and poetry will be the main purpose of this blog. There will still be think-pieces and opinions from time to time, but probably not as often.

I hope to hear from you, as you read along.