“What is the work we are asked to do in the night world?…By keeping our vulnerability and mortality close, we learn to meet each moment with presence, even as we know it is passing away. We are invited into a … Continue reading
One of the most sobering things I witness in the hospital is the sudden onset paralysis of the American Christian faith. I’m visiting a patient with disheveled hair and two devices strapped to her aged face. Her eyes have started … Continue reading
I cannot remember not knowing that I was wanted. I know there were times, there were seasons, when my safe adults were not safe and there was no mirroring, loving gaze to meet my eye as a baby. I once … Continue reading
(Reposted from 3.6.19 BC) When the holes of self become seen and embraced, when the grief is given over to, and we split the bill of life, there lays the possibility for shalom wholeness. I can see no way forward … Continue reading
Puhpowee, she explained, translates as “the force which causes mushrooms to push up from the earth overnight.” As a biologist, I was stunned that such a word existed. In all its technical vocabulary, Western science has no such term, no … Continue reading
When they want you to buy something they will call you. When they want you to die for profit they will let you know. So friends, every day do something that won’t compute. Love the Lord. Love the world… Ask … Continue reading
I lovingly gaze back on that girl in bangs with a twinge of sadness and note of pride and wonder at whose idea it was to smear heavy on her warm insides the idea of personal responsibility for every person’s … Continue reading
E V E R Y O T H E R some thingsskip generations likebuying generic and wearing bathrobes.for me it’s hearing the story of your birthand pillowing your face into your mother’sleftover skin from when you were in her.my mother’s … Continue reading
I was wondering if we could agree To vote for freedom. Would it be too much to say that we, say, all of us, Vote for … Continue reading
Ups and downs, ups and downs.
Be gentle with the celebration and grief; they are our inhale and exhale and we live by both.
Our capacity for sorrow expands our room for joy and also that in reverse.
Be gentle, fellow traveler. We are sick and growing, pilgriming and arriving.
We are child and elder before each day; we come from a long line of experience and yet draw near the moment baby new.
Our best hope of living is exposure and contamination. Overcoming is choosing when to shower.
Hold out for meaning; the ocean is in each tear, each bead of sweat, each breath on the mirror.
Salvation is tender and deeper than you were taught to go; we are larger than we thought but smaller than we knew.
Attend, attend. Tend, tend. End, end.
I leave the parking lot of jacaranda trees and signs for “heroes” with my badge still on, stomach growling for dinner and spirit aching from helplessness. It’s the first day of the week. The purple blooms remind me of a … Continue reading
“Be calm. God awaits you at the door,” whispers Gabriel Garcia Marquez, famed Latin American author in Love in a Time of Cholera. How does one be calm in a time of pandemic? How might we bring along our resources … Continue reading
Dipping my thumb into the small container of inky black ash, I would try to remember the name, find the name tag, or take a peek at the patient’s info board in the room. Deep breath. “You are beloved, [name]. Remember … Continue reading
It is hard to proceed right now. Before the holidays, the president pardoned men that brave and diligent military officers brought to light as guilty of war crimes and dangerous to their cause. Now, mere hours into 2020, POTUS has … Continue reading
Wide Places 