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My hope is to offer encouragement to writers as well as those who simply love to read. You will find eclectic snippets here—news of projects I’m working on, comments regarding books I enjoy, favorite authors, quotes, and reflections regarding my own experiences. I especially like to write about my dreams—those parables in the night seasons. Symbols and metaphors delight and intrigue me. You will find them here.

Saturday, 12 December 2015 08:54

Blue-Eyed Elliott And Parables In The Night

Written by Priscilla K. Garatti

I dream often. I attempt to record these parables that come in the night watches, but frequently they melt from my memory like a light snowfull on a sunny, wintry morning.  But not this one. The dream stayed with me.

Someone left a dog on my porch.  The dog was golden with soft fur--as soft as those throws that you can buy now at department stores--that if you lie down on the sofa and cover yourself with them, you'll never want to get up.  He was gentle and looked up at me with soulful blue eyes.  I couldn't imagine anyone not claiming this gorgeous creature. I thought, "Could I keep him?"  I hesitated.  He wasn't mine.  I looked for someone he might belong to, but there was no one.  And so I imagined that he could actually be mine.  He could be my friend.  Someone to walk with.  I love talking walks.  I became joyful believing he and I could walk the road by my house together.  His name was Elliott.

Saturday, 05 December 2015 14:40

Cutting Through Pandemonium And The Prince of Wholeness

Written by Priscilla K. Garatti

I looked at my calendar for December--not much white space--all the little boxes filled in with something.  Commitments, parties, shopping, decorationg.  I felt overwhelmed and caught off guard.  I thought I had chosen carefully this year--built in margin to create a more relaxed and tranquil holiday season.  Yet the configurations on my calendar did not promise peace.

So my task I realized was to cut through the pandemonium.  "But how?" I asked.  One of my truest ways to cope is writing pages every morning before I start my day.  I got the idea from Julia Cameron and her classic book on recovering creativity, The Artist's Way. Often the Morning Pages offer answers to living my life more creatively and sanely.  There in those pages I "practice the scales of life," so to speak.  I write about daily events and my emotions.  There are prayers on the page. I record ideas and dreams.  I recall good books I've read--movies that make an impact.  The pages are the keyboard, the words the scales, to help me fine tune the melodies of my life and heart.  I went to the pages again and looked back.  These are a few coping strategies that assist me in cutting through the pandemonium:

Sunday, 22 November 2015 22:04

Profound Glamour and My Father's Plaid Shorts

Written by Priscilla K. Garatti

My mother had a penchant for the underdog. She could also look profoundly glamourous when she wanted to, but mostly she wore brown rubber flip flops and a pair of my father's green plaid shorts that hit her just above the knee.  She said they were the most comfortable thing she owned.  Often I'd come home from school, and there she sat swinging her slender, bare leg back and forth, the worn flip flop dangling off her bony but dainty foot.  "Put your books down," she'd say.  "We're going to see the couple who visited us at church last Sunday."  At that point, even at eight, I'd feel ambivalent.  My mother had this habit of just popping in on people.  Sometimes I'd feel embarassed, because I could sense discomfort when they stood in their doorways trying to hide the fact that the living room was a trainwreck.  But my mother in her shorts and bright smile would say, "We were just so happy to see you last week at church.  So glad you came.  Just wanted to welcome you and invite you back."  And almost a hundred percent of the time, those surprised folks would invite us in and offer us a glass of iced tea.  Maybe it was the fact that my mother was so unassuming wearing men's shorts and holding her little girl's chubby hand.

Friday, 20 November 2015 22:10

Whispers of Narnia

Written by Priscilla K. Garatti

The day was mild and blue.  A zephyr breeze gusted lightly over our faces.  The sun caressed us. Burgandy sequins on my gown glinted in the tranquil light.  We celebrated this day.  A wedding.  My daughter, the bride, was sequestered away in all her finery. The groom stood under the chuppah, smiling and trim, formal and handsome in his tux. Waiting.

I could hear the guests, their voices a melodic murmur as they took their seats in wooden chairs placed on the green.  I looked out over the horizon and several boats sailed silently through the cobalt harbor waters.  I was an observer in that moment--just listening and watching and feeling as if I might have landed in an enchanted geography--whispers of Narnia.  This was a place that simultaneously contained a sense of pleasurable expectation and a delicate feeling of nostalgia.

Saturday, 07 November 2015 11:23

The Story Sleeps

Written by Priscilla K. Garatti

The story is still asleep.  It dreams.~From the movie, Here

Birds on a wire.  Their quiet presence often snaps me out of my frenzy of doing.  When I see them lined up like lovely, dark punctuation marks, I have this mysterious recognition once again of God's grace--a realization that I am in His care--that sweet spot where I understand that my most diligent assignment is to allow myself to be the focus of His delight.

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In Missing God Priscilla takes a brave and unflinching look at grief and the myriad ways in which it isolates one person from another. The characters are full-bodied and the writing is mesmerizing. Best of all, there is ample room for hope to break through. This is a must read.

Beth Webb-Hart (author of Grace At Lowtide)

winner"On A Clear Blue Day" won an "Enduring Light" Bronze medal in the 2017 Illumination Book Awards.

winnerAn excerpt from Missing God won as an Honorable Mention Finalist in Glimmertrain’s short story “Family Matters” contest in April 2010.