I didn’t realize it was grief. I knew it was painful. I realized it was necessary. I worked to make it transformative; the endings which signal unwanted beginnings. I’ve wondered why a walk into a sunny blue-sky spring day could rip the air from my lungs. Or a twinge of pain still sears my chest when passing … More I didn’t realize it was grief
, by Glennon Doyle Melton We can do hard things. We humans have an uncanny ability to learn. We grow. We overcome. We adapt. We rest. We change our minds. Make amends. Laugh. Blow milk out our noses when laughing. We plan. We cease. We strive. There is no end to what we can do. … More We can do hard things.
At least once a year, I’ll hear a song that I need to hear again…and again…and again. I’ve learned to ferret these songs out and just go with the endless loop of listening. The songs – varied in style and story – teach me, remind of something, or give “lift.” The latest must-hear song is “No … More Music as markers along the long road
Words. I love their subtlety and shades. Great power rests in each word to build and destroy; beseech and release; and heal the broken-hearted…set captives free. Words are – in many ways – magic. This morning while cleaning out a desk to return to a friend, I found a business-sized card with the Greek word, “meraki,” and its … More Meraki & Kairos
A month ago, I asked my friend, “What do you need?” and he answered me. And the month since has been a learning laboratory of open-heartedness, tears, courage, strength borrowed, bruising reality, hopefulness, and more. In a word, it has been “life” and a helluva month. It has also been full of ad hoc adventures … More A helluva month
You’ve read about the wildfires in Kansas and Oklahoma which left scorches upon the earth so vast they are visible from space. Last night, the fires drew closer to home and smoke filled the Hobbit House. My eyes filled with smoke then tears. I was one of the lucky ones. One cycle around the sun is … More When all is lost
‘We’re all just walking each other home.’ – Ram Dass This weekend, a few of the kids returned to the nest to pick up their giant pup, Izzy. Such a reunion. Such stories. Enough dog hair to make fake mustaches for hipsters worldwide. Yesterday, a friend who is kind and strong and gentle – a … More We’re just walking each other home
You’ve read the news lately. Dishonesty, deceit, double-standards, triple-standards, and great wariness from one person to another. It can be discouraging to be human. Weltschmerz pays its rent in our mortal hearts. What can we do? This weekend, I felt the world melting under white hot anger of people who want what they want right now regardless of … More Weltschmerz & DerringDo