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Unknown Blessings are on Their Way…

26 Nov

Riding through the countryside of North Carolina in my man-friend’s pickup truck this past weekend, I read this on a church sign: Thank you, God, for the unknown blessings that are already on their way.  Isn’t it a comfort to think about all those blessings out there, floating like mist over the surface of a [...]

Grown in a Forest or Built in a Factory: Reflections on Soul

20 Sep

Autumn is approaching. The morning light slants through my front window and lies on the carpet at a different angle than it did a month ago. The sky is bluer and the air clearer, shedding the humidity and haze of summer. The cicadas and locusts are dying off, going underground. Yesterday I smelled woodsmoke on [...]

De-cluttering isn’t just for closets and inboxes

12 Apr

Today’s guest post is courtesy Elizabeth Cottrell, a “Connection Curator” who can be found at Heartspoken.com. For more on Elizabeth and for information about connecting with her, please see her bio below.  Spiritual life gets cluttered too On my best days, I feel clear about my life, confident that I’m leaning into my purpose and [...]

A Love Letter from the Future…

2 Apr

Hey, you. It’s me. Your future self. I can see that you’re worried. Your forehead is all bunched up, your shoulders hunched and tense. It’s been a while since I’ve seen that easy smile. Your laugh has been under lock and key for far too long. I’ve lived through what you’re going through (literally) and [...]

Nothing Good Gets Away…

16 Jan

I am not a patient person. Increasing my capacity for patience has been one of my primary goals of grown-up-itude. I’ve developed the ability to wait quietly in grocery lines, treat traffic jams as opportunities for meditation, and love hearing people’s stories, no longer how long or rambling they become. While I can cultivate patience [...]

Mission Statement: Death bed regrets

20 Sep

Yesterday I went on a bit of a rant. Today I want to tell a story. On Sunday we celebrated my dad’s birthday. My aunt Dot was there. She is 86 years old, my grandmother’s younger sister (by 11 years. My grandmother is 97. That’s not important to the story, but I think it’s really [...]