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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, 29 January 2022 15:25

A Gentle Hit Of Recognition

Written by Priscilla K. Garatti

There is a feeling that comes--a gentle hit of recognition--when something is right for us.~Melody Beattie

I saw the slice of blue sky peeking through the side of the blinds in my study. I rose from my desk chair and lifted the window covering. A burst of lapis lazuli entered the room, a bank of white clouds accompanying the royal blue acreage. My mind felt contorted, though, my brain overwhelmed. I needed to give myself a break from the swirling content in my head. I opened a website I enjoy visiting to immerse myself in beautiful photographs. I spent an hour walking amidst the colors and imagery, the sky through my window a companion. I realized anew that it is important to regularly get in touch with what brings joy and beauty. What resuscitates delight is not something to sweep under the rug. It is important to amble through your preferences regularly. Otherwise you lose touch with yourself. Your creativity. 

LIght and color from the sky bring me contentment. You know, those skies that are violet, pinpricked with smoldering stars. I love wearing bright scarves tied around my neck. Yesterday I wore an orange one and felt so much better. I love art on the walls. Clocks ticking softly in the stillness of a room.  Burning candles that emit a subtle fragrance of vanilla or lavender. Laughter brings release. Music calms. 

We know what we like, but often forget to make space for those things.

Sunday, 23 January 2022 14:54


Written by Priscilla K. Garatti

But Meridian, if you really want to write, if you really want to speak through your writing, to communicate anything of value, anything worth saying--well, you have to be fearless.~Elizabeth J. Church (From The Atomic Weight of Love)

It was so cold yesterday, the Carolinas frosted over. Ice and sleet. All I wanted to do was hunker down and read. And I'd discovered a book at the library. Or perhaps more accurately, the book found me. I decided to check one more aisle before I left the library. I wasn't entirely satisfied with the stash of titles in my book bag. None of them intrigued me much. Then I saw it. Some dear librarian must have believed the book deserved to be on display. The Atomic Weight of Love by Elizabeth J. Church. The cover was filled with different species of birds. The heroine's name was Meridian. That name! How glorious! I felt satisfied I'd have at least one book that triggered my curiosity.

I spent the whole of the frigid day warmed by brilliant writing. Even with punctured dreams and abundant regret, Meridian did not stop pursuing her passions. She returned day after day to the location of the crows she researched. She not only recorded their behaviors, but also began to sketch them. Write poetry. The alchemy of science and art brought healing. Enabled courage.

Sunday, 16 January 2022 15:19


Written by Priscilla K. Garatti

Wherever you are is the entry point.~Kabir

I decided not to merely pass by the beauty of the fountain like I did most days on my walk. I had a small plastic cube of trail mix in my pocket on a sunny winter day. Instead of going home and eating my snack on the porch, I walked down the grassy knoll to the pond. There is a fountain in the middle of the little body of water. I can see the fountain from my bedroom window, but I can't hear it. I sat down on the grass, took the trail mix from my pocket and began to savor the raisins and almonds and tiny squares of dark chocolate. I listened to the delicate sound of water as it sprayed from the fountain and gently plummeted into the pond. I felt such contentment, the sun's warmth on my face. 

Lately, I'd been focused on life's uncertainties. COVID, sorting out retirement, relationships, finances. All of the negativity blurred together in my mind. Sitting by the fountain, the musicality of the water seemed to invite me, instead, to appreciate the beauty I'd been witness to of late. Beauty that fueled happiness. Like the fountain.

Saturday, 08 January 2022 19:41

The Velocity Of His Affection

Written by Priscilla K. Garatti

People "heal" because creativity is healthy--and practicing it, they find their greater selves.~Julia Cameron (From The Artist's Way)

I'd ordered the book years ago. Someone had recommended it to me, saying the material had opened them up to their own creativity. But the book had come into my life when I was too sad to read, when even books couldn't revive me. I lifted The Artist's Way by Julia Cameron from the box where it lay stashed for all those years and opened to the introduction. I read, "Art is a spiritual transaction. Artists are visionaries. We routinely practice a form of faith, seeing clearly and moving toward a creative goal that shimmers in the distance--often visible to us, but invisible to those around us."

I burst into tears. It was as if God sat down beside me, took my hand in His and said, "I see you and understand you. Go ahead. Write. If you don't create the story, nobody will. Writing is my gift to you. Give yourself permission to create the story. I'll help you, my spirit hovering over you, breathing life into the work." I cried harder, the velocity of His affection toward me relentless and tender. (Passage from my book, The Light By Which We See)

Friday, 31 December 2021 15:25

A Beautiful Testimony From The Wilderness

Written by Priscilla K. Garatti

The Aramaic uses a metaphor, "a beautiful testimony from the wilderness." This means he has passed through his wilderness journey and is now seen as tested and proven.~ Footnote from the The Passion Translation referencing I Timothy 3:7

Tomorrow we flip the calendar to 2022. What geography will you discover in the New Year? Maybe some of you feel as if  the territory of 2021 tested you mightily. "Proven" may still seem a glimmer in the distance. Wherever you are, you have a story to tell, and you've kept traveling. Well done! As you step over the threshold into 2022, I send a blessing...

As you put away the Christmas ornaments, take down the tree and remove the lights on the roof, may you not dwell on the fact that the festivities are over, but rather on the surety of God's faithfulness, and the expectation of His goodness that trails you, even if you believe you're still on the wilderness pathway.

Or perhaps you're thrilled that the celebrations have ended and you can get back to your routines. No more weird or awkward family gatherings or too much sugar. Revel in His mercy that supports you still.

As you move ahead, may you love others deeply with a pure heart.

May you be flooded with incredible grace, like a river overflowing its banks.

May you embrace the mysteries of faith.

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What Readers Are Saying

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.