transition
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Medice, cura te ipsum- Heal thyself
I have never been a fan of pink. I like deeper tones, but pink seems to be the color for this time in my life. You don’t get to choose how G-D presents or connects to you. Your job is… Continue reading
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When One Door Is Locked, Find Another
Sometimes I keep trying to open a door that is locked, or blocked, or stuck. I forget to look to see if there is another door to go through because I am stubborn and feel like I can keep trying,… Continue reading
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I want to float, not dive
Not quite ready for the day. I have my tea and mouse is keeping me company. I kinda want to be all on top of it and hit the ground running, but today I just want to ease into it. Like… Continue reading
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Exhaling into death
It occurred to me yesterday morning that I have been fearful of the role of full-time hospice chaplaincy for two main reasons. The first is that I thought I might get burnt out ministering mostly to folks who are actively… Continue reading
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Hope showed up
I called my friend Desirée yesterday to ask a solid favor from her. Perhaps. That was the pretense really. I called her because I feel a need to hold my breath as this giant wave of discontent approaches and I… Continue reading
Little Bit Broken 