Wow! A whole month has passed since assuming the editor's role for The Messenger. We have made a lot of changes but hopefully kept to the spirit that Joann so lovingly crafted over the last 14 years.

Take a look at the new articles we have added. Some are from familiar writers. Others are from writers never published here before. I think they are thoughtful and inspiring.

So what do I want to say to you this month? Well, Duh! I want to talk about how excited I am about The Messenger. We are diving into the deep end of the pool and having a great time. Canon ball or belly flop we are giving it our all!

Reibirth by Briana

birth is such a miraculous thing…

the newness, the pureness, the endless possibilities… 

but rebirth, well that is something altogether extraordinary.

with rebirth comes a knowing…

you remember where you have been…

As I look out at you,

I am really looking in at my belief about you.

Maybe you don't exist at all in the way I think.

I've been fooled before by my fickle brain,

So hoping for a perfect match to my hallucination of life.

Only time will tell as you teach my brain to color you in different ways,

Ways that you decide. 

So here i was laying in bed at 2am

Thinking all these beautiful and wonderful and craZY thoughts.

And I was confronted with the choice of trying to fall asleep

Or getting up like a stark raving lunatic

And firing up the old lap top and capturing them.

As you can see i did the later.

Viktor Wise

I call and you're not there.
The silence reverberates on my heart.
Where once you were,
only, the emptiness is here.

T’was the Night Before Christmas. . .

And all through the garage,

Not a creature was stirring,

Not even the Dodge.