Author Archives: timggrover

According to the calendar, we’re in the waning hours of March 2, 2014.  That puts us less than three weeks from the vernal equinox and spring’s arrival. The thermometer begs to differ.  It’s currently 3 below in Des Moines and … Continue reading →

Blades are sharp, daggers drawn –by wicked kings, you’re their pawn. Isolation is their bitter aim: to steal your soul, exploit your shame. They whisper lies as you self-doubt, promising an easy out. They offer you pain-free relief; never mind … Continue reading →

He sat on a bench in the Altoona botanical garden.  It’s a wonderful little park, bisected with a bike trail and a small stream.  It features whimsical metal insect sculptures. But it’s also a reverent place with a solemn veteran’s … Continue reading →

Life’s book is written on your heart. Is it fantasy or non-fiction…romance, or a tech manual? Can the pages turn freely, or are they soiled and matted together? Is it your own personal best-seller, or a dusty attic silverfish treasure? … Continue reading →

  Yellow Banks County Park is located just 3 radio songs southeast of my house, but a world away.  The primitive camping area is located high on a bluff of yellow loess soil overlooking a wide bend on the Des … Continue reading →

“Others” do not draw our breaths, create our footsteps, or own our souls. Yet, we surrender to “Them” so quickly, not valuing the breath lost, the journey forgotten, or the spirit, Broken.

Good souls, we all wonder:  What is Heaven Really Like? All doctrines teach it as Paradise.  Brilliant bright colors, in shades we find incomprehensible down here.  Transcendent peace, where kids line up for grizzly bear rides.  Eternal pureness, where we … Continue reading →

On “60 Minutes” the other night, they featured a story about “extreme divers” at a lagoon on an isolated island in the Caribbean.    These are folks who push physical and psychological boundaries to excess.  Their goal is to see how … Continue reading →

I wonder how many times Dreamers are destroyed after sharing Vision, only to have it mocked, shredded, and stuffed right back down their throat?  It’s never been done that way before. It won’t fit inside the box. It’s stupid. — … Continue reading →

A few weeks north of Halloween When the veil twixt here and netherworld thins. A faint new moon, dark in its life, set awhile ago. There’s a brief coyote chorus, Intense and primal. Echoing through a broad river valley It’s … Continue reading →