Rooted Hearts

  I have been going in and out of Chicago recently 2-3 times a week. Driving the Eisenhower Expressway or the toll road makes for a white-knuckle experience. I prefer to take Roosevelt Road all the way in. Filled with stop lights, and at times congested traffic, it feels like a level playing ground for me. I have come under scrutiny for taking this route as it travels through a myriad of neighborhoods, especially once you get into the city proper. To the casual observer, one may be put aback by the scenery. For me, it is God's daily nudge to put me in the presence of gratitude. It is, my Humility Road.  Where you might see unemployment or lack of ambition, I see opportunity lost. Lost to poverty, lost to circumstance, lost to an abyss of despair. A vicious cycle of generational teaching. They live as their parents before them. Can you imagine looking out your window and all you see is a littered street with grown men loitering and spending their days in idol solitude.  I know this

  Dancing With Mortality I have danced, Danced bravely. Danced Strong. Danced till the moon fell into the horizon. Danced so they believed.  But my legs grew weak. My inside hollowed and screamed.  I could not slip into the heavens. I stood wavering, praying, shouting, and at times, whispering in Gods ear.  no eloquent prose, just tear soaked words.  He answered me, and so, I dance again,  A thankful dance of life. Teri Carlson

  One Song One Song Solitary Song Restless in the wind that created it. One Note Solitary Note Burst forth - a tsunami of melody. One man solitary man Holds the hands of many. One heart solitary heart beats to hold a nation. Mankind solitary mankind waits for the song.  Teri