02 Jul, 2020
The spiritual journey is like a game of Chutes and Ladders. One day I feel like I’ve ascended to new spiritual heights and discovered a deeper level of peace. The next day I’ve slipped down the chute into the dark abyss of self-doubt and...
01 Jul, 2020
A dear friend reminded me yesterday that healing our inner wounds often begins with forgiveness – of ourselves as well as others. But, here’s the deal: forgiveness has very little to do with anyone else. It doesn’t rely on them asking...
30 Jun, 2020
If you show me yours, I’ll show you mine… your scars, I mean. Our scars tell stories about us… the times I crashed my bike, the time I weeded the poison ivy patch in my swim suit, the time I burned myself on the stove, the time I got the...
29 Jun, 2020
To continue yesterday’s thought process, whenever I think of stripping away our layers to get to our authentic selves I find myself thinking of Shrek. In the animated movie, the ugly, green ogre Shrek is telling his sidekick, Donkey, that ogres...
28 Jun, 2020
So, here’s an interesting thought, see if you can follow me… if dying is our final stage of growth, and we experience small deaths throughout our lifetime, and we could consider this time of isolation a certain type of death (of the way things...
27 Jun, 2020
I’ve decided that our progression through this pandemic is a lot like the five stages of grief: denial, anger bargaining, depression and acceptance . Of course, as research has shown, this is not a linear process. One can jump back and forth...
26 Jun, 2020
I heard recently of a 30-year-old young man who lost his father when he was 14-years-old and he has never forgiven God for it. From what I understand, this is most likely a result of growing up with a mother who pushed religion on him and...
25 Jun, 2020
For a long time when I’d talk to people on the phone during this pandemic they’d ask how I was doing and my answers were pretty boring. “Fine.” “Not much new here.” “Same old, same old.” More recently I’ve discovered that it is still possible...
24 Jun, 2020
My son Sam called me Monday night because he thought mom could shed some light on the “funk” he was in and couldn’t seem to get out of. He’d had about four days when he didn’t feel like getting up in the morning, didn’t have the motivation to...
23 Jun, 2020
We’ve reached 100 days of these daily reflections, which means we haven’t had Sunday mornings, or classes, or fellowship time in-person for over 100 days. We haven’t been able to hug each other, or even shake a hand or offer a compassionate...