Glimpsing a sunrise while hiking in the mountains – especially on a never-ending switchback – creates a euphoric moment. A crack in time where all that is wrong becomes right. A second where pain and suffering take a back seat. A breath where my spirit renews and my soul revives. A liminality I wish I could savor forever.
Stories of sunrises among switchbacks – of recovery and release – vividly color my life’s trail map. I share these stories hoping we all find a moment or two to savor – where all becomes well.

Unmanageable as Physical

Unmanageable as Physical

It took me a while to recognize that my body tries its hardest to tell me when my life has become unmanageable. Ignoring this conversation only leads me down paths of rationalization and justification, mis-diagnosing myself, and denial. My body knows something is off and learning to

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Where IS My Power?

Where IS My Power?

After thinking about all the things of the Church over which I am powerless (yesterday’s post), I ask … then, where IS my power? My power lies in dismantling my OWN structures, ideologies, mis-interpretations, plays for power, racism, elitism, seduction with hierarchies, abuse, and so much more.

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