March woke me up with her atmospheric rivers, and unrealized crises, and pea-sized hail, and burdened sleep, and gentle rain, and school shootings, and warming sunbeams amidst brisk, prolonged Winter air and a cosmic war, and flooded fields and homes and roads and lives, and bright evening walks to look at the painful gift she … More A Poem: March in my bones
I know I’m needy before I even come awake to it, but I only come awake because of its deep, isolated, long-ignored ache right smack in the middle of my chest. It feels like what a small puppy looks like sitting on the side of the road in the rain, alone. I almost can’t even … More On Neediness
Help me stop and look at what is remarkable around me — let me see what I thought was ordinary and recognize it as hallowed ground — help me to behold the sacred, and keep hold of it, even if I panic with holy fear, so aware that I am but dust — for even … More A Prayer: to recognize God
Over the years, “I love you” has become a platitude I haven’t wanted anymore; a statement so often full of feelings of affection and good intentions and empty of embodiment — and so the one to whom these words are given too often ends up crumbling because the support that should have embodied love was … More To My Fellow Christians: reclaiming the sanctity of Love
Winter’s settling in and I know Creation’s letting go of all it bore and carried throughout the year; and it, too, is settling into the hands of Winter who offers, not death, but rest — deep, long, hungered-for rest to the hemisphere whose turn it is to stop, and wait, and sleep — if only … More A Poem: Rhythms of Winter
After growing up in the Church, there came a time when faith started to feel so blind and ambiguous to me. “Just trust, don’t question. You doubt? You don’t have enough faith.” These were the subconscious thoughts that crippled me when I felt afraid, confused, depressed, anxious, etc. Uncertainties and emotions would be swept under … More Let Faith Speak, and Go Where the Scent of Holiness Leads