finding whitespace

Like many of us, I suspect, there are times when my spiritual life feels spacious and calm like an open field at night; times when it feels dry and dusty and eerily silent like the desert; and times when it feels like a train wreck. And then there are times when I could simply shrug and ask,…

independence

I was never particularly bothered about the Fourth of July (Independence Day) in the United States when I was growing up. Oh, I liked the fireworks, the barbecues, and later, the beer. But two of those three things I could have any time. (Actually, given the friends I had, I could have all three... but that's…

the new normal

So I've been meaning to blog for ages now. Like weeks, not just days. But I've had words when I haven't had the time to write them, and then times when I had no words to write. I know. Writing is strange that way. In one of the Facebook groups I'm a member of, a friend…