Fifty days of surprise: An invitation to see
There’s been a tree out the back of my new place, a gnarled, moss-covered tree, looking half-dead. It has had its own beauty, I suppose, but I’ve never paid much…
Edges and centers: what it means to be human
In the daily details of my humanness, it's easy to feel like the biggest implication of my creatureliness is limitation. But that’s only skirting the edges of reality. At its…
Free to be human without fear
Christmas may be over and the new year begun, but I’m still lingering in advent. There's a gift here too precious to rush past. A gift that I'll need every day…