Gratitude

Time once felt like ketchup resisting movement from it’s glass bottle encasement. For instance, it took forever to reach the age of 13. FOREVER. By the time November 25, 1983 rolled around, I had long since given up on it ever arriving. Now time feels like slick...

Surprisingly Vulnerable

Last evening we attended a conference meeting. In short, I have a level of expectation about these events.  Like the Sunday services of my childhood, where we always sang verses 1,2, & 4 of the hymn, omitting the equally poetic third stanza, to more-assuredly...

Space to Heal

February 17, 2018 Tonight I find myself in Thailand… …on a non-touristy stretch of beach clamoring with village dogs, washed-up jellyfish, and the occasional topless European. For ten years we’ve wrestled our way here, collapsing at a sacred retreat...

Beginning Again

It’s been a few years since I penned my last post here.  There were periods of time over years when I wrote there everyday.  Especially as we picked up our family (then only numbering seven) and moved to China.  Daily my brain and emotions were so thick with...