God, why do you wake me at 1:42 in the morning after a day of difficult and strong emotions? On regular days, you let me sleep. But on struggling days, you wake me at 1:42 in the morning. Why? What is it you think I am going to do? You know I’m too tired to … More 1:42am
“I realized that maybe who I am — if I possess the gifts and graces for the episcopacy — maybe who I am could be a gift to the church at this moment.” — Bishop Karen Oliveto, Religion News Service, July 19, 2016 Gifts and graces. Just that. Gifts and graces. God among us, God … More Gifts and Graces
first a great wind after the wind, an earthquake after the earthquake, a fire after the fire sheer silence I have been told God is in the silence. Trouble is, I am in the silence, too, and I am not silent. Thoughts dart at my head like when you get too close to a mockingbird’s … More Silence
Take a metal can. Fill it half full with gravel. Put a lid on it. Bring it up to your ear. Shake, vigorously. The noise will be incredible. The noise will be all-consuming. The noise will be a whole-body experience. You will feel it from the top of your head to the soles of your … More Noise
I’m sorry, but you have to be awake for this. No sleeping. No sedation. No looking out the window thinking about the grocery list. Birth, death, rebirth – happening right now, in front of you, and you have to be awake for this. Which one are you? Are you birthing something? Is something new passing … More Awake
Birds sing in the turning time, as dark gives way to light. They don’t need convincing. They don’t need inviting. They don’t need listeners. They know that their singing is part of why the light comes at all.
For decades, I have cared what people thought. Really cared. Wanted to be liked. Wanted to be included. Wanted to be wanted. Very much so. A common human desire, I know, but not a helpful driving force in life, nonetheless. I pursued the elusive concept of cool to my own detriment, avoiding activities along the … More Filled