Author Archives: timggrover

More south than east a Pluto-frigid sun reluctantly emerges from a frosty equinoctial lair a smudged crimson dime who’d rather sleep in than be an unsung hero merely giving life.

“Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again, and expecting different results”—Albert Einstein. How often do we hear that?  There’s a lot of truth there, especially when we face challenging situations with no clear-cut solutions. But let’s spin … Continue reading →

I’ve heard some amazing stories about guardian angels.  They’ve come from level-headed folks who describe encounters that can’t be reasonably explained.  Absent their split-second intercession, tragedy would have resulted. I wonder if we all have a guardian angel that’s always … Continue reading →

Today, foot-deep snow gave a thousand pastors a rare Sunday off,  cancelled Super Bowl parties, and caused a few extra babies to be conceived. Trees also reacted. Sugar maple had sadly seen all this before.  Two of her large brittle intertwining … Continue reading →

There many limits. The spiritual Russian-roulette kind pits us in an ageless war between how far we push real-world and metaphysical sin against the loss of redemption. It’s a dangerous game. Pressing those limits lead to dark places, where there’s always a bullet … Continue reading →

I started getting daily emails from Amazon Local awhile back, and I guess I have higher priorities in my life than unsubscribing.  But a few weeks ago, a salon was running a $70 special for—of all things—mink eyelashes!!! I’m a former … Continue reading →

There are times we’re involved in a project that consumes our spirit.  We’re captivated and drawn in, led by a force much larger than our own.  Depending where we’re at in life’s journey, we question whether pursuing this passion is … Continue reading →

Dream crushers grind brilliant ideas into pepper flakes; Flatten spirits thinner than a steam roller convoy. They elevate themselves by chucking their poison-arrow fears Into your sacred, hallowed vision. Their spiritual foundation is built on an unsanitary-landfill From the blueprints … Continue reading →

The first thing I remember writing, at age 7 or 8, was an illustrated and very short story about a kid who became a hero by running somewhere quickly in his P F Flyers.  They were the mid-1960’s equivalent of … Continue reading →