I love to write, to listen and to help people explore their own stories. I love to read and especially like audiobooks when driving or cleaning the Hobbit House. It helps carve away the too-quietness. Sometimes words come in a rush and a waterfall tumbling. Words are a spewing, searing volcano. Other words are Gentle … More When words won’t come
The wind and cold have lingered this season of should-be-spring until suddenly it was 90ᵒ Thursday and 87ᵒ Friday. Saturday it snowed. Friday, Kansas’ forecast included fire-warnings, unseasonable heat, blizzards, tornado warnings and rain-with-hail. Bless your heart, Kansas. I cannot complain; friends up north are digging out from beneath mounds of April snow. Yesterday, after … More January 105, 2018
I am nesting in my cozy draped blue bed under twinkly lights. Not warrior-one-ing at yoga like I could be. Not sitting in the quiet back left pew among the Episcopal faithful in foreign territory, listening. Not picking up the clothes of the week that never made it back to the hangers or laundry bin. … More All the things we shouldn’t do.
I did not expect my word of the year, build, to set a fire. The plan was to: Build heart and head space. Build credibility. Build conversations that build community. Build something that lasts. As fortunate as I feel for this freshly built space in my heart and head, it has come at an infernal … More Starting fires