It was Christmas, Christmas in a new city. Mom called me with google map directions and I printed them off in my college dorm before. We had packed up the stone ranch in northern Ohio the summer before and…
Some of us think we have to wave our arms wildly, say a magic word, or check off a line of religious boxes to be worthy of God’s glancing in our direction. We struggle to believe God…
The Eastern branch of the Huron River ran through our property when I was growing up. It wasn’t much more than a creek, but it was our creek. Crawdads skittered under rocks and the water flowed cold, even…
When mom sat down with Delores that morning, she poured out her fear of change, of isolation, of loneliness on the other side of a big move. Dad had gotten a job at a hospital six hours away near…
This is the last week for the 10minutesofstillness practice. I’ll be sharing more notes in my weekly newsletter coming out Saturday morning. Subscribe on the right or in the pop-up screen. Next week I’ll introduce the power of a…
We’re still traveling, yesterday we spent all day in the car spanning bay bridge and turning west toward Ohio. For the rest of the week, we’re visiting Andrew’s family deep in Amish country. Last night after we arrived we…
This week we’re still on vacation. And for a few days it’s just our immediate family, myself, my husband and three kids at the family cottage. We’re biking around the island, eating plenty of Highlands Creamery ice cream,…
The Summer Day by Mary Oliver Who made the world? Who made the swan, and the black bear? Who made the grasshopper? This grasshopper, I mean- the one who has flung herself out of the grass, the one who is…
We just finished up a series on breath prayer, how this simple practice is rooted in an Ancient Christian tradition as well as the brain science. It is summertime and we’re entering into a new practice which goes hand…
Why is brain science a helpful companion for the spiritual journey? We can get even more practical in working WITH God for the renewing of our mind. Listen to my story of the heaviness of shame and the slow…