Dust you are: growing small
I run past trees with limbs still winter-bare, each twig curled upward, reaching for heaven. Some days you can reach and other days your limbs are limp and the longing…
Dust you are: a call to pay attention
Someone asked her the question, “How do you identify when you’re doing something out of excellence vs out of perfectionism and striving? Holley gave several responses but this one captured me most:…
Dust you are: an invitation
On Wednesday I’ll walk home from my second trauma counseling appointment via my church where I’ll join with others in having a cross of ash painted on my forehead. A version…