I don’t know how to do this

I don’t know how to do this. I pretend I do. I pretend I have wise, beautiful, profound things to say. I organize and re-organize and re-organize my life.  I go to work. I pour my energy into the ways I extend my hands to others. I volunteer at the homeless shelter and make the...

Holy Doubt, Holy Faith, Holy Shit

I recently changed the lock screen on my phone to a graphic that says: “You are a ghost driving a meat-coated skeleton made from star dust riding a rock floating through space. FEAR NOTHING.” I don't know why this tickled me so much. Maybe it’s because it makes my too-big fear feel small and inconsequential....

On Holy Boldness

Nearly a year ago, I went for a walk at the labyrinth at the Sisters of Bon Secours.  After walking, I went into the retreat center and they had a bowl full of stones for meditation with words written on them.  After much deliberation (and checking with the person at the desk), I decided to...

My Voice Walks Into a Room

My voice walks into a room. I was going to start with hello? It’s me…but then I realized Adele already took that and now you’re all singing and I don’t have Adele’s voice and that’s not the kind of voice I’m talking about, and – Let’s start over. My voice walks into a room. I'm...

Questions: The next and deeper truth

Lately, I find myself thinking about questions. A friend's 4-year-old, in the middle of the night, recently asked her the ultimate important question: "Mom, why do wolves avoid peanut butter sandwiches?" How long has it been since you wondered something so fanciful? More importantly -- how long has it been since you asked that question...