Some situations call for excellent analytical skills, but generally, employing these skills directed at the people around us isn't helpful. It separates us. I try to 'understand' them, but without putting myself in their shoes. What if there is another way of seeing those around us? The phrase "It is" has been repeating in my… Continue reading Embracing the invitation of “It is”
I love words. If you've been hanging around this blog for a while, you might know that I especially love Frederick Buechner's words. Not only do I love the way that he paints beautiful pictures that burrow deep into my soul, that catch my breath, that bring me to tears. I love how Buechner illuminates… Continue reading Words of Grace: 10 Favorite Quotes from Frederick Buechner
"Be where your feet are." A few years ago, a yoga instructor suggested using this phrase as an intention for our practice that evening. "Be where your feet are" shot straight to my heart and hasn't left --the thought, not, unfortunately, the practice of that thought. Maybe the instructor was talking about being present, paying attention… Continue reading Belonging in my Feet
For the last few years, a chalk-board sign above my kitchen sink reminded me to "Love people. Cook them tasty food." (Thank you Penzey's.) Unfortunately, my idea of tasty food differs drastically from my family's idea of tasty food. The idea of loving people by making them tasty food only made me cranky: I am… Continue reading May the Light of Your Soul Bless Your Work
I burned a pot of rice the other day. The rice smelled like cigarettes. The pan took about an hour and a whole lot of Bar Keeper's Friend to clean. (Bar Keeper's Friend is a good friend of mine.) Burning food is one of my wake-up calls--a pretty obvious sign that I need to start paying… Continue reading Distractible Me
The best questions--the kind of questions that can change your life--aren't meant to be answered right away.
How can I feed my soul? What does my soul need? What wakes me up, the deep-down waking up? What makes me come alive, really alive? What opens up my heart? What prepares me for Presence?