As I biked this morning, I passed children in uniform, backpacks slung over their shoulders as they headed back to their first full day of classes. Haze dimmed the mountains and turned the late summer sun red. Blackberries fallen from canes stained the sidewalk. It’s a season of letting go
Every now and again I come across something I wrote down in the past—a quote from someone else, or something I wrote myself—and it feels like a gift all over again, freshly given for the present moment. That’s how it was last week when one of my aunts messaged me
What goes through your mind when you hear of someone “deconstructing” their faith? Just as importantly, what do you feel in your body? Is it something you celebrate? Grieve? Fear? Something that makes you feel out of your depth, or like you don’t even really understand what deconstruction means, let
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