A quiet return. An invitation to attention. A place to begin. I have been quiet here. Not because the words ran out,but because I did not want to add noisewhere attention was required. There are seasons when explaining feels productive.And there are seasons when explanation only protects the self. This has been the latter. So... Continue Reading →
The Hour I Did Not Choose
Are you more of a night or morning person? What a 3:30 A.M. Walk Taught Me About Being Instead of Doing People ask whether I am a night person or a morning person.The simple answer is that I wake early.The deeper answer is that morning keeps returning me to myself. One winter Friday around the... Continue Reading →
When the Quiet Thing Isn’t Harmless
Daily writing promptDo you trust your instincts?View all responses Do I Trust My Instincts? Grace with a trace of poison. Some days I want my instincts clean and whole, like the poison-dart frog I copied from a 2008 National Geographic—bright, unblinking, gripping its branch as if the whole forest depended on that small act of... Continue Reading →
The Year That Fell Out of a Folder
Is there an age or year of your life you would re-live? A reflection on the year I would not re-live, but still return to. I would not step back into any year.Not one. But sometimes a year steps back into you. 1981 did that to me—by sliding quietly out of a manila folder in... Continue Reading →
The Summer I Lost My Taste for Cherries
Daily writing promptIn what ways does hard work make you feel fulfilled?View all responses Finding Work That Feeds the Soul One summer in college, I worked three jobs to pay tuition. First: painting classrooms and waxing floors at the local high school, the smell of chemicals in my lungs, the hum of buffers rattling my... Continue Reading →
Cold Truth
Daily writing promptWhat things give you energy?View all responses How struggle, not ease, fuels my soul. Two cups, one table, one day unfolding. The morning begins slowly, everything waiting for its cue.Button for coffee, knob for tea.A small hymn of burble and steam. Coffee for me.Green tea for Lindsey.Two cups, one table, one day unfolding.... Continue Reading →
The Leader I Never Planned to Be
Daily writing promptDo you see yourself as a leader?View all responses More Is Caught Than Taught I lead best when I am not trying. When I try, things get messy. They rarely turn out as planned. Lunch with Agendas One summer in Door County, I worked at Al Johnson’s Swedish Restaurant with two high school... Continue Reading →
The Snowman on the Swing and Other Lessons in Rest.
How do you relax? Rest comes easiest when it is received, not earned. Rest as Surrender Lucy’s pink blanket slipped from her shoulder as the bunny drooped in her hand. She did not plan this nap; she drifted into it. This is the kind of rest that comes when we stop fighting, when the body... Continue Reading →
When The Squares Run Out
Why do you blog? Life measured in boxes—headstones stacked above, pale squares below. Nothing promised. How Many Squares Do You Have Left? Following a Life Lived From the Inside Out I keep a grid on paper—ten by ten, one square for each possible year.Sixty-three of mine are shaded already.Dark little boxes, like headstones in rows.The... Continue Reading →
The Ripple and the Radius: Self-Care for a Spiraling World
"Above all else, guard your heart, for everything you do flows from it." — Proverbs 4:23"Be transformed by the renewing of your mind…" — Romans 12:2"As a pebble is dropped into a still pond, so do our choices ripple outward." — Someone like me Daily writing promptHow do you practice self-care?View all responses When the... Continue Reading →