It is a spiritual practice. I check in with myself every day to see how I'm feeling. When I journal every morning, after I review the day that has just passed, I jot down what I know about the current day. Then, I write down what I'm feeling. It is almost always a "mixed grill"… Continue reading Peaceful Butterflies
Our daughter has always had fun with words. She twists them, turns them and creates new ones that make more sense. When she was about three she told us she smelled a "Stunk". Skunk is a great word but, my goodness, stunk is better. No wonder she grew up to be a very good speech pathologist.… Continue reading Night Verses Light
Life is clearly a series of transitions. We should be used to that by now. So many I know are in the midst of some achingly abrupt and difficult transitions. The hardest ones seem to the be the ones no one asked for. I have friends who are grieving the loss of their loved ones. Some are… Continue reading The Teacher
I'm finding comfort in reading John Irving novels. Currently, I'm reading The World According to Garp. I like Irving's writing even though I'm sure I don't understand parts of it. His work always intrigues and challenges me. In this novel, the Garp family talks to their young sons at the beach every year about the under tow. They describe what… Continue reading The Under Toad
I've wanted to write since last Tuesday's momentous election. I really have. I've had so many thoughts and concerns, just like you. I've read too much, watched too much, seen so much since that time. I've disconnected a little bit. I've walked a lot. I've talked to friends and relatives. I couldn't find the words to… Continue reading Six Days Later
Yesterday I preached a sermon on anxiety. First though, I arrived at the church where I was preaching with 10 minutes to spare and then noticed I didn't actually have my sermon notes with me. This is a very anxiety producing feeling. What occurred in the next 15 minutes was a flurry of me driving,… Continue reading Mammogram Monday
