Christa Wells

Writing and singing when I should really be sleeping…

Tag: children

how to hear the music…

I heard the front door close behind him before I was even out of bed. I’d overslept. Now I’m slurping coffee and lighting candles, reading from the One Year Bible. Sizzling sausage. This is the tranquil intro. Tapping out a bass line in email responses. I can hear the rushing water of the shower upstairs [...]

Like fine wine…

On Monday I turned 37. (That’s me, second from the right, the day Mandy came home.) This is nearly impossible to fathom, because wasn’t it last week I was celebrating my 12th birthday in Kaiserslautern, Germany?  Weren’t we riding the train, my aunt and grandmother and two girlfriends and I, trying on new clothes in [...]

Feel that sting?

Little Samuel points to the “boo boo” on his forearm, scrunches up his face and says: It stings, Mom.  Feel it. I don’t understand as he presses his wound against my forearm, holds it there. His eyes fix upward on mine, searching: “Can you feel that sting, Mom?” Oh.  I realize.  He believes he can [...]

Where deep gladness and deep hunger meet…

It’s obvious she has the bug.  She is 6 and can’t keep from it.   Small brown fingers push the sound from the ivory and I watch her do what I do. Play.  Evaluate.  Try a new way.  Repeat.  Build a pattern, wonder where it must go next. She is emotive.  Sometimes loud.  Often tragic (her [...]

Prospecting for peace…

It can be found in wide open spaces.   And cherry-pink blossoms.    Steepled logs…    Spontaneous motion…    You can wash your hands in it.    And whisper-share it.    Find reminders.   Carry it home.  

a voice traveling…

I hear my voice traveling down the hall towards me…songs from my record playing low volume in the dark room of sleeping daughters.   My biggest fans share this same roof with me.   Nothing is more humbling, moving, than knowing these little ones want me with them like this as they drift off to [...]

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