A storm left her missing a large part of herself. Truth be told, I thought it might take her out entirely. But rather miraculously she remained standing. And while a limb or two remain raised towards the sky, I’m never quite sure how to interpret the gesture. Is it an act of praise, gratitude that …
It takes courage to share your story – to stand in front of a group of strangers and, holding your own guts in your hands, hope that they will listen. The men I walked with on Arc of Justice’s Tour of Racism in Detroit are undeniably courageous. Early in October, on a morning that was …
October now. Its’ wool sweaters, shorter days, darker nights and dropping temperatures direct me toward quiet and reflection; toward the winter that is coming both literally and metaphorically. I move my down jackets to the center of the closet, and put my mittens and scarves within easy reach. I light a candle. I open my …
Shame. The feeling that we are somehow less than others. That no matter how hard we try, we will never be enough. That we don’t just occasionally “do” wrong things…we were born a wrong thing. When we feel shame we feel hopeless – because there’s no antidote for shame. Sin and error can be forgiven. …
There I sat in a church leadership meeting, surrounded by a group of smiling faces. In reality, I found myself in the midst of a difficult situation with this team. From a distance, over a handful of years I was aware of some conflict they had. When I was invited in for a closer look, …
…Draw alongside the silence of stone Until it’s calmness can claim you. Be excessively gentle with yourself… (excerpt from John O’Donohue’s blessing For the One Who is Exhausted) The lockdown that started in the spring of 2020 brought a variety of effects, responses, voids, and awakenings. Whenever I find myself reflecting with friends about an event …
Nearly four years ago, I left my life as a partner in a big law firm and became a person applying for long-term disability. I have walked – or more often run – through my fair share of doors in life. But there is something peculiar about walking through the door of retirement at the …
One of my favorite people in the world is someone I never met. Well, in person that is. I did meet with him on a daily basis as a child on our family’s black and white television.
