
Why Do I Go to Church?
I go to church because I like holding hands while we walk forward. We’re all lost, but we’re all walking. Continue reading
I go to church because I like holding hands while we walk forward. We’re all lost, but we’re all walking. Continue reading
Northern Minnesota It’s not quite dawn as I write. Even here in the main room, inside the thick log walls, Continue reading
It’s never as fun as in Peter Pan. It’s murder—A public execution. Peter Pan flew, but I don’t know how. Continue reading
Wake up and listen. There are sounds you’ve been taught not to hear: Joy is as real as despair. Continue reading
It is dark and getting darker. Under the snow is bitter ice, and under that, brown earth. I remember standing Continue reading
Things seem a shambles. Outside, I question if democracy is worth it. Fire deaths, atrocities, shootings and massive hardship blare Continue reading
Like a fawn, the tiny girl stands nearby and says nothing. She watches it all and still stays silent, safe Continue reading
Below are links to some of my guided meditations. Writing a guided meditation just for yourself can be a very Continue reading