There are moments in life when a person realizes that what they are experiencing might just be one of the reasons they exist on this earth. This day was one of those moments for me.

A brief thought or poem for the weekend, friends ... We're only here for a minute. We're here for a little window. And to use that time to catch and share shards of light and laughter and grace seems to me the great story. (Brian Doyle, 1956-2017)

Oh let's take a day, shall we? Yes, the world is aflame with hate and war and greed and devastation. We acknowledge this, we look at it straight on and our hearts break. We lift up our hands to you, God, and we pray the only prayer that makes any sense in these times: "Help! […]

I bought the aster plants one year not quite knowing what they were. They bloomed late in the season, bright purple and tall. A last-minute stunner. Every year they have grown more profuse, often making surprise appearances in other garden beds far from their original home outside our kitchen window. As summer loses its grip, […]

I have had some very honest conversations with a few dear friends recently. These conversations are game-changers. Not because there is any advice offered. No quick-fix suggestions. No "I used to struggle with the same thing, but then I found a perfect answer" nonsense. Nope. Just deep listening. Gentle curiosity. Simple questions asked only for […]

I love listening to broken people talk about God. There is no moralizing, no pontificating, no fake humility about how they are just so blessed. Just. So. Blessed. Give me a good alcoholic who has to try every day to stay on the wagon, give me someone who has had their heart broken once or […]