Musings
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Turn Their Sorrow Into Joy
Today in the life of the church, we celebrate William Augustus Muhlenberg, a priest who in the mid 1800s founded the Church of the Holy Communion in New York City. Muhlenberg’s life and work is a testament to a life… Continue reading
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I’m Not Okay
The carpet had tiny specks of maroon and gold that danced on the dense forest green of the hotel conference room carpet. I remember the carpet so well because my hand was on my heart and our session was being… Continue reading
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My Cup Overflows?
Throughout my life, I’ve gone to a lot of funerals; easily more than 50 before I entered college. Death has been a very present part of how I have navigated this life, and in fact, it is in part, how… Continue reading
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Psalm 30: Wailing and Dancing
As a visual person, I prefer to read rather than listen to Scripture in worship. My brain doesn’t always catch the details when I only hear God’s word read, and I like the details. My love of language often finds… Continue reading
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Finding a New Depth
There is something about that second lane; the second lane is my favorite: still in the shallow end, but not right next to the wall. Every pool I’ve ever swam in has held for me a favorite lane, and it’s… Continue reading
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If That Don’t Make You Love Your Body
Lying back in a supported bound angle pose, I opened my eyes to see the dim white of the ceiling and the still blades of the ceiling fan. It was this moment during my restorative yoga practice that I realized… Continue reading
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The Difficult Isn’t Forever
I laid crying, screaming in pain surrounded by people, some who knew me, some who didn’t, but all were concerned. My leg extended out behind me and my ankle and foot were contorted in unnatural and disturbing ways. Before the… Continue reading
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A year ago today.
The crepe myrtles are just on the cusp of blooming here in Kentucky. I grew to love crepe myrtles when I lived in Texas because they grew with abandon in the oppressive heat of West Texas; the wild beauty of… Continue reading
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Transitions in Late Spring
The southeast met me with air heavy with humidity, magnolias in bloom, and the ubiquitous smell of wild honey suckle. It met with all the memories of who I once was in light of who I am becoming. Refusing to… Continue reading
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Joyful Mourning: My First Mother’s Day
This is my first year as a mother. It’s my first year as a dog mom, that is. When I got Coakley, I thought I would refrain from using parental language around being a pet owner, but then I became… Continue reading
