Artists, writers, and creatives depend upon it for productivity. At times, they gasp and scramble to wring a drop from old canvases. Or favorite trees. Anything once shimmering with the dew. Don't shrug at their desperation. Like them, you need inspiration, too. Uninspired life leaves us wandering in a futile desert of…
Ruach gusted from the Creator's lips into soulless forms on the earth. Life billowed into flesh and gave significance to the carcasses. Darkness shattered the perfection of Eden. Creation turned from its direct connection to Pure Lifebreath and distracted itself in a clamor to gasp for its own survival. The earth staggered and suffered…
I pry my tongue from the pasty mire on the roof of my mouth. Parting my chapped lips, I heave in a breath of sultry air. Perspiration streams down my legs as I trudge across the parking lot. I struggle with a dizzy urge to hustle out of the August glare. My body…
Dry skin shrivels into minuscule canyons between veins and wrinkles, aging my hands decades beyond the years they've earned. A pinched spot eases back into place, confirming my need for water. I drink the last drop from my glass, but my flesh will soon crave more. Just outside, noon rays crisp each…