Christa Wells

Writing and singing when I should really be sleeping…

Category: Art & Faith

All You Need is a Hill

“All you need is a hill.”   I don’t know why it stayed, that little phrase. It sort of haunts me.  When I’m running (yep, that’s right, I run now…a little…I caved!), or when anything scary or squirmy or unpleasant comes along. It was something Kim said as she led the creative fitness retreat where [...]

Masterpiece Project 2012: Already/Not Yet

Some fun sound & images for you today! A week ago, we crossed the mountains of western North Carolina after a 12-day trip to Boston/Cape Cod, Kentucky, and Tennessee. Needless to say, with the constant change of routine around here, my attempt to post anything regularly this summer did not pan out. Ah, well.  :) [...]

The Writing Room Revisited

  Every artist   seeks   space.       We seek silence or solitude, communal space for collaboration, a space to share, a space to be heard, a space unfilled that wants what we have… I carve out summer space to write for new projects begun months ago and find the more I work, [...]

Music Monday: All My Favorite People (Over the Rhine)

At least for the summer, I thought I’d challenge myself to a little more sharing here.  So, Mondays are for sharing music, whether mine or something I’m listening to a lot.  Today, this tune keeps coming to mind and heart.  More inspired lyric-writers than Linford and Karin are hard to come by. All My Favorite People [...]

something damaged, something that survives

The dogs determined to gain entry to the vegetable garden.  Dragged out the extra roll of weed-blocker and decorated the yard in bits of black plastic.  Bless them. The gentle deer we love to watch, thrilled at the wide-open invitation, feasted overnight on the mammoth leaves of prolific zucchini (the only thing I grow really [...]

the long road home (& Glory along the way)

I love a long drive alone.  Ten hours between Nashville and Raleigh give me lots of time to process, remember, imagine. My sister understands when I say I’m afraid I will always want what I see across the fence.  There seems to be something just out of reach – not a goal or achievement, but [...]

Digging for Roots

I flew up to Indiana on Tuesday to be with Wilma Dean when her little brother passed away.  Grandma is almost 88-years-old, and old Uncle Pete…he is still her “little brother.” Pete was the tan-skinned, puppy-eyed boy–one of Ralph & Alma’s nine kids – who grew up to be an Indiana farmer like his dad before [...]

Oh, Your Love – for mothers and their children

Thinking about motherhood this week, as I watch the kids make secret plans for Sunday. Aware of how this phenomenon called parenting alters a person.  As she pushes her child away from her body and into the world, she begins the work of teaching him how to separate from her.  Slowly but surely, she prepares [...]

Trying My Own Wings

I’ve been learning freedom on a long, slow curve. Emphasis on slow. I believe that when we meet God…when He makes Himself known to us…the cage door is thrown open, we are given power to live BEYOND.  Beyond ourselves, beyond the temporal, beyond the visible, beyond… So why are so many of us still sitting [...]

Everything Moves (but you)

With small pangs of heartbreak, I allowed him to turn 6-years-old. Twice that day he leaned close and whispered: I’m six. He’s trying it on. He’s turning, we’re all turning; officially exiting “Chapter of the Small Child.” (sigh) We’ve spent a lot of time here. Years ago, when I tossed my graduation cap high in [...]

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