How to live a healthy rhythm of labor
I woke on Saturday with a sense of dread hanging over me. I was tired, my website was still a mess, the deadline for a writing contest was two days…
Walking shoeless (OR When you feel unfinished)
Sometimes a particular dream catches my attention, as though it is wiser than I am and wants to tell me something if only I’ll pay attention. When I pause to…
The gift of the in-between
The wheels of time turn and here we are once again in that week after the end and before the beginning. Yesterday was the last Sunday of the church…