Thinking About Change, While Calling This a Holding Pattern A little something different — short and sweet. Stick with me, or catch me next week đ Love ya either way. Thinking about change while calling this a holding pattern is met with a whisper of âNo, itâs restoration.â Days where so little changes in my tiny world make up a year …
This is the same lake from two different viewpoints on the same day last summer. Itâs the same lake from perspectives separated by about 2,000 vertical feet. Imagining the first picture (the view from the top) kept me taking the next step and the next step and the next step as we made the climb. Was it hard? Yes, …
She asked, âDid you have to stop to realize thatâs what was hurting you?â âYes. Yes, I did.â She stopped on the trail and turned back, eyebrows raised, âWow, what a metaphor for life.â We were hiking and talking about the ways life has been different over the past six or so months. My friend asked if I missed teaching …
A few weeks ago, some plans Iâd made with a friend (and really looked forward to) came apart. My initial response wasâpredictablyâdisappointment. I moved through it pretty quickly, finding an alternative approach to the weekend, and wound up really enjoying myself! I spent time doing whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted, with no timeline and no compromises, and it was …
This past week I drove halfway across the country and back. I never do this. I love to drive, but often feel time is too short, so Iâm a flyer. I also hadnât planned to travel to Colorado at all this Summer, but it turns out God has a way of getting you where you need to be, if youâre …
Recently, Iâve allowed my world to become very noisy; Iâve felt engaged, but also disconnected. Iâve struggled because I think we need to hold on to healthy outrage, heartbreak thatâs holy. The pain of the moment must be fully felt in order to be fully healed. In desiring to not be dismissive of the change that is needed and the pain I …
There is a lot going on in the world, friends. When I started writing these letters seven weeks ago, I thought there was a lot going on; letâs all have a good laugh at that together, shall we? If this time has revealed new pains to you, you are not alone. These aches arenât new, but they certainly feel closer to home …
It’s rare in my experience that the topic of incendiary national headlines is occurring just down the street–close enough to cease reliance on investigative journalists, and go investigate yourself. Over the past couple of weeks, news of the Capitol Hill Occupied Protest (or, as it was first known, the Capitol Hill Autonomous Zone) was everywhere, and the reports we read …
Rory (my dog) and I were out walking on an unexpectedly sunny and pleasant evening this week when a jogger asked “How are you?” in passing. Without thinking, I heard myself say “Great!” Through the past several months, I’ve often answered that question carefully. Honestly, but carefully. As the jogger approached, moved by, and would–I knew–soon be past, I answered his question …
The past week has been one of dragging all of the ugly things hidden in people, communities, society, out into the light. It has felt heavy and sad. It should feel heavy and sad. Let this break your heart. Let what you’re seeing break you open, and as you feel yourself fight to categorize the events of the world, your state, your …
