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Prose and poetry reflecting on the simplicity, meaning, and beauty of the everyday.

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The Time to Begin
Opener of Doors II
The Hidden Gift
The Colors of Delight
The Soundtrack of our Lives
Life at the Guild: First Impressions
Transition: Blessed Endings and New Beginnings
Chaos and Calm in the Everyday
You Must Go
The Gifts of Summer
Here
For Longing
Generosity
Devotion: The lasting impact of my pup
Kindness
Flirting with Art: When writing became sexy
The Necessity of Help
An Illumined Future
Encountering Silence in Community
A Reckoning… with Desire
On Rest, Work and Burnout
Being Found
Beginning… again

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I’m watching the light fade into night at the end of a day filled with frenetic movement from one task to the next. There is nothing like stillness, like the pause that remembers life is found when we open ourselves to this moment; when we slow down enough to look, listen and receive the gift of our being here. Rest. It is a gift. Presence, too, is a gift. All we have to do is receive, the hardest thing of all.

Simply put, dogs make life better.

Spring is in the air.

“There is no event so commonplace but that God is present within it, always hiddenly, always leaving you room to recognize him or not to recognize him, but all the more fascinatingly because of that, all the more compellingly and hauntingly…. Listen to your life. See it for the fathomless mystery that it is. In the boredom and pain of it no less than in the excitement and gladness: touch, taste, smell your way to the holy and hidden heart of it because in the last analysis all moments are key moments, and life itself is grace.” Frederick Buechner Happy Easter. He is risen.

Every chance I get to leave the city, I do and almost never regret it. The rhythms of nature are as nourishing and healing as good sleep, good food, or good relationships. Grateful for the opportunity to experience all of this with a beautiful community. “Adopt the pace of nature. Her secret is patience.” - Ralph Waldo Emerson

Even when the skies are gray, there is beauty. Even when uncertainty abounds, there is love. Even when life feels heavy, there is joy.

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Chaos and Calm in the Everyday

This morning, I feel inclined to move slowly—to sit, breathe, look, and listen. Watch my notebook rise and fall with … Continue reading Chaos and Calm in the Everyday

On Rest, Work and Burnout

Do you ever have those weeks—or series of weeks—in which one by one, things pile up: frustrations, to-do lists, exhausting … Continue reading On Rest, Work and Burnout

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