The Practice of Bowing

While Justin Timberlake is bringing sexy back¬†ūü§£¬†my goal is to bring bowing back. Bowing, as in the practice of honoring the light in each person we meet, the lessons for growth into goodness in every experience, the wisdom from hurts and failures, and the happiness from gifts and successes.¬†Truly, in many ways I believe the … Continue reading The Practice of Bowing

7 Bits of Brightness from 2020

As the sun sets on 2020, what bits of brightness will we carry with us? One of 7 revelations for me is: People I can be 100% completely myself with are more precious than gold/TP. How about you? It‚Äôs interesting, during my life, first I was all about New Year‚Äôs resolutions, then more intentions or … Continue reading 7 Bits of Brightness from 2020

“God”, a Word for That Which is Beyond Words

The first time I heard someone say our words and titles for "God" are really just metaphors I was a bit taken aback. ¬†Yet, the more I ponder, practice, and experience, the more I find this to be True and helpful. ¬†After all, as Augustine said,¬†"If you comprehend it, it is not God." ¬†The Divine, … Continue reading “God”, a Word for That Which is Beyond Words

The Politics of Christianity

As fear of COVID-19 and the divisiveness of a presidential election sweep across America, I'm reminded how very political Jesus was in pretty UN-American ways. ¬†At a minimum, I believe the Christ invites people of any, or no, religion to a new, incredible way of being human. ¬†One marked by togetherness, interdependence, caring for all, … Continue reading The Politics of Christianity

In the End, We’re All Homies

Hi Homies! I guess some people were pretty upset about the Super Bowl halftime show because Shakira and Jay Lo were too sexy. ¬†Meanwhile, others were aghast we collectively revere a sport marked by violence, head traumas, and lifelong injuries. ¬†And then, when we "talk" about these kinds of hot topics on social media, we … Continue reading In the End, We’re All Homies

What I’m Doing with a Hurtful Email

Has anyone ever said or written something to/about you that made you feel like your heart had been literally stabbed? ¬†I got an email like that the other day. ¬†Ouch! ¬†I've come to realize the thing that tears me apart the most is when someone inaccurately thinks or speaks poorly of my character, nature, intentions, … Continue reading What I’m Doing with a Hurtful Email

Giving Ourselves Permission to Cry, Wail, & Moan

One of my earlier memories is from a dirt clog fight with friends in Kanas. ¬†Picture a snowball melee with dried clumps of dirt. ¬†In our childhood enthusiasm, one of my friends pegged me in the face ... with a rock hidden at the center of the soil. ¬†Ouch! ¬†While the girl I had a … Continue reading Giving Ourselves Permission to Cry, Wail, & Moan

The Rain’s Secret (A Poem)

"The rain told me a secret this morning," "It wants to let you in on it too," she shared. So, outside I sat, quieted, receptive, and slowed, Listening to the murmurs of small splashes.   As I settled, the waterfall of noise resolved, Into sounds of singular gifts of nourishment landing. A soft tune in … Continue reading The Rain’s Secret (A Poem)

Enlightenment is the Journey from My & Mine to Our & Ours

Cheers Beloved! I wonder if the terrible twos are because that's when kids start thinking and acting in terms of "my" and "mine"? ¬†What's more, I'd ask if as a society we live stuck in our terrible twos? ¬†Seriously! ¬†The more I think and speak in terms of "my"/"mine", the smaller, more selfish, anxious, angry, … Continue reading Enlightenment is the Journey from My & Mine to Our & Ours

Everyone Belongs, There’s More Than Enough

Cheers Beloved! My first memories are from Germany. ¬†My dad was in the Army, so I lived in Western Germany twice before I turned 12. ¬†Growing up in a foreign land, living under¬†the threat of nuclear war, having to stay inside because of Chernobyl, watching soldiers with assault rifles protect my elementary school because of … Continue reading Everyone Belongs, There’s More Than Enough