The kindest thing someone once said to me went something like this. "That swing is empty. That hurts. That is a loss. No one will ever fill that swing again. Nor should they." For the very first time, in that moment I felt the gift of space. I was given the space to feel the … Continue reading When Swings Hang Empty
“The trouble is that once you see it, you can't unsee it. And once you've seen it, keeping quiet, saying nothing, becomes as political an act as speaking out. There's no innocence. Either way, you're accountable.”― Arundhati Roy Today my mind is drawn back. Four years to be exact. I was just leaving Lesvos Island, Greece. … Continue reading On Choosing Love
The wind picks up. A grey dusk moves in. The haunting twilight creating monsters out of any object still standing in the abandoned desert. Blackness is inevitably coming. It has been awhile. But it's been brewing and ever so steadily creeping its way in, not from one side but every direction she looks, the billowing … Continue reading Her Struggle with the Black
So much need- everywhere. Crying for attention- calling from the alleys and begging on the roadsides. How do we respond to it all? How can we acknowledge the need without becoming slave to trying to meet all the needs in our broken world? Sometimes it’s in the little things. Like the teeny tiny things that … Continue reading Precious in His sight.
“Almost all good writing begins with terrible first efforts. You need to start somewhere. Start by getting something—anything—down on paper. What I’ve learned to do when I sit down to work on a crappy first draft is to quiet the voices in my head.” ― Anne Lamott So, who am I? And why on earth … Continue reading Who am I and why would I start a blog in 2020?
Concrete Abstractions 