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I love to garden. When I put my hands in the soil, it’s a spiritual practice. For me, Mother Earth is more than a metaphor. Earth nurtures each seed that is sown and feeds them from her dark, peat-laced womb. Wendell Berry connects the soul of soil in his deeply spiritual poem about plan...
Reflection
Maya Angelou’s unflinching poem “Our Grandmothers” includes the line, “I go forth along, and stand as ten thousand.” Those words capture how I understand companionship these days. Let me explain.
For a few months, we had a pet lionhead rabbit. (The backstory isn’t important here!) Lenno...
A Lighter Way Week Seven: Healing at the EdgesÂ
Reflection
The Lord heals the brokenhearted, the anxious, the hurting, the sick. Woman with the flow of blood (Matthew 9:20–22; Mark 5:25–34; Luke 8:43–48)
Recently, I was struggling with intense anxiety, especially at night. This anxiety manifested...
The Sea of New Beginnings
Reflection:
 John Phillip Newell, author and former priest with the Church of Scotland, led my group of pilgrims to the top of a grassy hill on an unusually sunny day. We were on the Isle of Iona, Scotland, facing a rocky beach recognized as the place where St. Columba of...
A Lighter Way Week 5
From the Spirit Wheel by Steven Charleston:
What I Saw as a Child
When I was a child I thought of the world around me
As a magical place
With small spirits darting through my grandmother’s garden
Like fireflies at night
Unseen voices whispering stories
From the branches ...
All is One
John 17:22–23
“…that they may be one as we are one—I in them and you in me—so that they may be brought to complete unity.”
Reflection
I once had an experience somewhere between waking and sleeping. I found myself in a vast darkness where two spheres appeared as rings of light—one larg...
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Working at the Nashville Rescue Mission included an unexpected gift. At the time, Garrett and I were dating, and my office happened to be only five minutes from his workplace. Occasionally, we would meet for a quick lunch between busy schedules.
One afternoon, Garrett was w...
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From the moment the swim instructor asked us to turn our two-year-olds onto their backs so they could practice floating, he protested with loud cries. No way was he going to let me lay him back in the water. It was too scary, even with me there beside him.Â
No amount of convincing was...
