Hope When You’re Stretched Thin
The night before my first trip into the little village in Afghanistan that became my home for four years, as I prayed, terrified, my reading contained these words: “Arise, my…
The Joy of Being a Promise
I wake and stretch, reaching my arms above my head to savor the pleasant pull of muscles through my shoulders and across my back. This morning I feel like my…
Walking the Way of Delight
I walked to a block yesterday where hundreds of crocuses line the sidewalk, not neatly arranged in prepared beds, but irrepressibly pushing up through moss and grass into the light.…