I learn something every time I practice yoga. All of it applies to life. I've said before if I could only figure out how to take notes while doing yoga, I would have it made. Because my hands are usually trying to hold me up, I'm left to apply only what I remember. Over and… Continue reading Soften Something
People ask me sometimes how I write. Where do your ideas come from? Is it hard? Does it take a long time? Every day, when I journal, read scripture and devotional materials, ideas usually flow freely. I jot in the back of my journal different blog ideas. Ideas also come to me when I walk… Continue reading A Voice, Crying Out
Sometimes I think we are at war. At war with the environment. At war with each other. At war with other countries. At war with whoever disagrees with us. At war with those who are different...even with those in our own families. Yesterday, we all got word of another mass shooting, in another place where… Continue reading Is This War?
Jesus was a master storyteller. He loved tackling tough topics with stories about common things that every one could relate to. Lots of time he wouldn't even try to explain what he was talking about. He would just tell his story about the crops, the wedding, the farmer or the feast and leave it there,… Continue reading When Hummingbirds Argue
I walk every day. It is partially for physical reasons, partially for spiritual and emotional reasons and partially because my dog is addicted and will not let me do otherwise. She does not understand the concept of a day off from walking or rain or hot or cold. So, we walk. Sometimes when I walk,… Continue reading Infuse Me With Peace
Have you ever had one of those seasons with so many conflicting emotions swirling around inside you that you feel you might just explode or implode? I feel that way lately. It is Holy Week. This is the first Holy Week in many years that I have not worked in a church. I am newly aware of… Continue reading Breaking News: I Care
I just made a homemade Valentine for my husband. I'm a left-handed person who has always been terrible at cutting things out. It all goes back to elementary school when they gave lefties those green-handled scissors. Why did they do that? What magic were those rubber green handles were supposed to create? Whatever it was, all they did for… Continue reading Wear Love