short musings and podcast transcripts
On November 4, 2012, my family celebrated one last Christmas with our Mom. She died the next day. The day that followed that was my forty-first birthday. On that birthday/funeral planning morning, as Facebook greetings poured in on top of condolences, one sweet friend wrote that she hoped I would one day find some meaning…
the little place in me where God lives is pure silver, shining and gleaming and everything that comes from that place is pure, shining, gleaming and good I watch it as it goes out music, words, interactions, in utter amazement it is a part of me, apart from me it is the place where God…
I was crossing the line from sleep to waking and was already making lists in my head. Post office, laundry, papers, mess, dishes…things I needed to get done to make way for the things I wanted to do, like meet an old friend for lunch. Before I even got out of bed, I felt…