Polecat hot springs I almost said “no.” I almost stayed back at the campground tucked in a sleeping bag, with a headlamp tight across my forehead, book opened. I almost stayed warm and safe. Sometimes joy can only be found…
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…
(Click on the picture to pray Rev 7:13-17 with me in lectio divina. Subscribe here to receive them weekly.) He who sits on the throne will shelter them with his presence. Never again will they hunger; never again will they…
Slingstones with Terry Wardle When I was in Jerusalem last June, I had the Sabbath off to roam the city. It was a ghost town. The usually packed market was closed and buttoned up. The streets had a…
I need fresh vision. I need the cloud, the power, the white hot light. Be kind. We’re all fighting a hard battle. Plato spoke those words millennia ago and despite today’s youtube make-up videos and Instagram’s filters, the masks…
I sat back into the overstuffed leather couch a little stunned. I begged Professor Robert Woodcock at my spiritual direction program to repeat what he had just said: “We sometimes forget that there are two people in this relationship, us and…
We had a 10 inch black and white television in the corner of the living room when I was growing up. As mother banged around the kitchen making dinner, my brother and I sat side by side on the…
I gave this print as a Christmas gift to my Healing Care Group Sunday night. We sat around the kitchen table at the Cathedral’s retreat house eating a spinach pizza and looking at the drawing. We took turns remarking…
We need you fully present, fully awake. We need light-bearers, God-bearers, Kingdom-bringers, hope-servers. We are hungry for your glad tidings shouted from mountaintops, whispered into smartphones, wrapped around the shoulders of the widow sitting hands-folded in the…
We are all transplants in this Kingdom, all ball of roots, shook out and replanted insecure, longing for our heart’s true home. We are adopted children of the most High who wander through the world with amnesia forgetting…