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
I’d face the ache of longing. Go deep into the back room, unearth the box to surrender and and open it to see my heart bleeding. I know in my head my God is more than able to comfort and to provide as He pleases. But I’m like my boy — terrified over the sight… Read More Why I Don’t Pray More
It still hurts to swallow, and I can feel I’m not quite drug-free. I managed to contain my thoughts this morning, not ramble into the thicket of fear or worry about bleeding and complications. Though it was cold—of course it was cold —I focused on the moment. Milked how nice the nurses were and asked… Read More Twilight
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
More times than I can name, the wayfaring has been a desperate crawl. This is no metaphor, not when there were days I could not drag my broken body downstairs for the mail. Jan 2003, Meningitis. The virus had taken itself up in my spine and lining of the brain. Journal: At every turn of… Read More The Question of Human Suffering
A vine of dreams: luscious grapes resign all fear They bruise underfoot barrels brim in earnest dark and time turns into wine.
I know why the Serpent went to Eve first. She had thought God was speaking her language. “Don’t do it.” We’ll talk some more, she thought. If Adam had stayed single the poor, simple man would’ve just listened to His Maker. The Serpent knew he could bring the world crashing down on its head if he… Read More I May Be a Man, Part 2
My husband wondered the other day what kind of style I’d sport as a preacher. I shot up an eyebrow when without thinking it through, he cast his vote for fire-and-brimstone prophet. He had forgotten how much I’ve changed over the years – at least those few days out of the month between cycles. I… Read More Preacher Wife
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?
When he walked in this evening, Daddy wanted to take his boy to the park. As I changed Little Man on the landing, he wrapped himself around my neck and kissed me. He smiled, “I will never let you go.” My eyes smarted. The sacred moment hurt – a swelling tight at the edges. I… Read More A Boy’s Love on the Landing
A Holistic Journey 