Where Deep Gladness Meets a World’s Deep Hunger

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So I’m thinking about Dorothy again, and her journey that began in a flying house. Prior to a sudden cyclone carrying her away, she was just a little girl living on a dry prairie, drained of all color. Continue reading

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WHEN WE DREAMED TOGETHER

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©2016 Carla Porter

When the thunder was loud
And rain poured down
I didn’t care
You were there
Your smile the light
I could see by Continue reading

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WHAT TO DO WHEN YOU’RE ON THE RIDE OF YOUR LIFE – AND IT’S NOT BY CHOICE!

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It was a wild ride. It began in the dark with, “a great shriek of wind.” Then came the shaking. The house shook so hard Dorothy lost her footing. She suddenly found her bottom firmly planted on the floor. The only choice she had left was to “enjoy” the ride.

She didn’t choose this ride. It chose her, Continue reading

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WHAT MY INNER WRITER DREAMS ABOUT

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Early morning view from my corner

Next to the window, morning light flows over me as I sit in my green velvet wingback chair. Sipping cautiously on steaming cappuccino that’s warming my hands, I listen to early birdsong while breathing in the view of my backyard.

I’m in a little corner of my office.

But really, this particular corner is not my office. Oh, the rest of everything in the room is –the custom cherry file cabinet, the desk and the tall storage unit with bi-fold doors. But not this little corner.

No, here in this corner I’m not in my office. I’m in my haven, the place where I let my imagination have its way with me. Continue reading

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NOTHING COMPARES TO BEING IN DADDY’S ARMS

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I don’t have kids, but I AM the favorite aunt to my nieces and nephew.  And lucky for me, they’ve been busy adding children and spouses to our family. So guess what? A new baby just arrived! She is so beautiful.

The daddy of our new baby girl is taking time off from work. So for two whole weeks, they just get to be family together, without the long hours that usually keep Daddy away.

Thinking about this earlier today led me to thinking about all the young fathers in my family. I admire them, Continue reading

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WHY DADS DANCE WITH THEIR DAUGHTERS

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THE TEARS

My mom rarely cried. At least not in front of me. But when her tears did happen, a jolt of fear would race through my heart. Because if Mom cried, that meant something really, really bad must have happened.

But not this time.

This time was different. A little more than five years ago, my mom was feeling weak, but we didn’t know how sick she was. If we did, she wouldn’t have been driving. And I wouldn’t have been distracting her by singing my latest song.

I’m glad I didn’t know. Continue reading

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REMEMBERING

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Today is the day we honor our military men and women for paying a tremendous price. I’ve chosen to share this lyric as one small way to honor those lives lost. This is for them and their families, who no longer have their sons and daughters, fathers and mothers, husbands and wives. Continue reading

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HOW I GET MY JOY BACK

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WHEN LAUGHTER ISN’T GOOD ENOUGH MEDICINE

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A zing of alarm went up my spine. Pam’s comment on my post about real and proverbial mountains set off the zinging, but her words weren’t the problem. HER words were considered and thoughtful. She wrote: 

“Yes, I know what you mean about getting overwhelmed when you see the size of the mountain, but not stopping… I need to remember to laugh a good belly laugh while going up my mountain.”

“But not stopping…” But not stopping??!!??

Did I really write that? What was I thinking? Laughing on my way up a mountain? Was I that reckless? Did I treat the huge mountains of life and art as a lighthearted caper?

I had to see if I wrote something I’d have to take back. Continue reading

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HOW I CLIMB MOUNTAINS

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I choose big mountains to climb. It’s almost as if I can’t help it; it’s a part of me being me. But I don’t always know in advance how huge the mountain is. Often I’m just scrambling up a path towards something I’m sure is easy and small. Continue reading

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THE STRUGGLE IS GOOD

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Daybreak is Coming

DAYBREAK ALWAYS COMES

My attention is on my creative process these days. What does it look like, feel like, act like – for ME. In the past I’ve compared myself to what I thought it was supposed to be like. This comparison (to something that wasn’t even real) left me crushed. Continue reading

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