Good morning... Each journal is a hairband, holding "who I am" in place. The rats nest of me is teased out, combed through, then braided loosely with my pen. Morning after morning, silent solitude weaves my strands. Laying prostrate on the page, my growing hairs are held secure. With feelings pulled back from my face, I glimpse God's [...]
Good morning... Last Monday our class had a "Cousin Itt" experience with Paula D'Arcy's Seeking With All My Heart. Overwhelmed by wild-haired emotions and immersed in concepts way over our heads, we could not see truth with our individual eyes, so collectively we expressed, "I did not get that chapter at all." "Paula's understanding is way beyond mine." [...]
Good morning... I am repeating this image from yesterday's post because I love it so. It captures my experience. In overwhelming moments, it is so very "me." Much like the Cousin Itt character in the 1964 The Addams Family TV series, sometimes I feel like my wild-haired emotions cover my entire body, especially hiding my eyes, rendering me [...]
Good morning... After a recent morning post, one of my favorite people in the world shared with me a poem that touched me deeply. The words I love most beg a startling question: "With the presence of flaws in the grain at our core, what face will we show the world today?" ****** David Whyte's "The Faces at [...]
Good morning... “I have been wanting to confess my sin of plagiarizing your work,” she wrote to me this summer, “and also to thank you for being the vessel that brought me a message at a much needed time.” She continued: “In April, my beloved Grandmother passed away at 95. I know we prayed about her over our Monday morning [...]
Good morning... I am a blank slate. Still. Empty. Expectant. I am an open book. Laid bare. Stretched wide. Written upon by time. I am a two-way street. One lane: "God, what do You need to say?" Other lane: "What do we need to sense?" Each morning I wake as a blank slate, an open book, a two-way street [...]
Good morning... Right now, I sense God’s Spirit whispering: “Celebrate all of life’s seasons with Me.” Letting go of our own efforts to “just let go,” we begin to trust deeply God’s unsettling promise. “For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways,” declares the Lord. “As the heavens are higher than the earth, so [...]
Good morning... Our family’s life-changing move from PA to GA happened fifteen years ago next month. Over those extended years the seedling of my true self has settled into this southern soil, growing roots, sprouting more, spreading seeds. But I will never forget the beginning stages of my journey toward wholeness. When my dream-life was first uprooted, the seed [...]
Good morning... Hearing wisdom spoken feels different than reading truth with eyes alone. So I was intrigued when a friend told me of our well-loved poem being read aloud in a male's voice, "She Let Go." As I listen to this interestingly matter-of-fact rendition, I sense God seeing my subtle, silent bits of softly letting go. The eyes of [...]
Good morning... At our final Friday gathering of the semester, we shared the memorable words, quotes, and insights we loved best from Parker Palmer's Let Your Life Speak. In the course of our life-giving conversation, one of the women told us of an acronym her minister had recently shared. "Some asked me to repeat," she emailed later, "so here it [...]
