In 1996, God gifted our family with a precious baby boy. Just like his two older sisters he was perfect in every way. But when he turned 15 months, we started to notice him “fading” and “pulling away” from us. At three-and-a-half, Justin was finally diagnosed with severe autism. Our world shattered. Background Beauty and… Read More Beauty From Ashes: Disabilities
What is it about the year-end that makes us face our fears and disappointments and count our hopes again like pieces of treasure in our palm? The seasons herald change as they fold into one another, but the calendar shows us we don’t cycle in place. We wheel forward—birthdays, anniversaries, “three years since”—all touchstones across… Read More We Dream Again
Background music, anyone? Played it out of my head. Just tap and go about your business, browsing blogs or sipping tea. I hope this piece adds joy and reverence to your holiday. Love bunches, HW
He Wishes For the Cloths of Heaven Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my… Read More But He, Being Poor, Has Only His Dreams
When she was young, she lived on her last dollar and books and dreams. She worked as though her life depended on it. She watched and smiled, said yes I’ll marry you. She died and birthed her boy. She played her heart on that piano and her husband heard and loved her again. She questioned,… Read More My Obituary
What do you worry about? Am sitting on the like button but feel free to confess what keeps you up at night. PS: Friends, I said I pulled the button. Means I don’t want your like, right? Please STOP it!! You got me woRRying this won’t turn out to be the rich, meaningful post I… Read More Oh, How We Worry
It happened after yoga one night. The April air was crisp as we hadn’t fully settled into spring. My family waited for me at home, dinner on the table. My eyes filled with tears of contentment. I had come through years of debilitating anxiety and was fortunate to be alive. Average Yogini So here are… Read More It’s Happy Hour
A vine of dreams: luscious grapes resign all fear They bruise underfoot barrels brim in earnest dark and time turns into wine.
He dressed the day with clouds and spilled a sea of stars into the night calling each by name The night’s aria declares His deep pleasure The universe is intoxicated with glory. The Autumn wind gasps the surety of Winter The geese, one giant wing a moving geometry that angles into the wind How… Read More — know?
Most of the time, my relationship with my God and His grace are sufficient for me. I know I am loved eternally by Him. He hears my prayers and has opened my ears to hear His voice. Yet because I am human, there are times I feel like an outsider because I am a single… Read More Single at Sixty
A Holistic Journey 