His 92 year old distant relative gave my husband a quilt. Back home after a quick trip to Abilene, we opened the quilt's packaging and read the yellowed notes straight-pinned to it. The quilt was handmade by women in the community of Truby, Texas in the early 1930s. Each woman had handstitched a square along… Continue reading The Quilt
I'm new to physical therapy. I've exercised all my life. I've taken aerobics classes, spin classes and yoga. In college, my PE credit was a class called, no joke, Figure Control. It was for only women. What in the world? I've even done grueling 5 a.m. boot camps, making myself so sore I could barely… Continue reading Therapy for the Soul (ST)
Oh my. I thought we'd all stretched about as far as we could with this global pandemic. It has come with loads of fear, lashing out, grief over losses, disconnection. It has caused businesses to close, our economy to falter, families be apart. Schools and churches have closed. It has come with the pointing of… Continue reading Unraveling
It was just a text from a friend three years ago. Friend: I'm taking a yoga class twice a week. You should join me. She could not have known that was my secret New Years Resolution that year. I was about to give up on it because how do you find a class? make yourself… Continue reading The Power of Your Invitation
Sunday I attended worship with a broken heart. I was ripped apart like you were by all the awful news after a weekend of gun violence in our nation. One of the young couples killed in El Paso were related to our friends. They left behind three babies. Another person killed was the daughter of… Continue reading Imagine a Backpack
Dr. Cindy Ryan 