Keep Some Sacred For Yourself.

Oh you, the generous one with the evermore desire to share. From the time your little fingers touched your first set of blocks, you were told to share. Sharing is good. Sharing is holy. Sharing is love. Afterall, you never asked for life, yet, here you are, receiver of a precious gift given by a loving God. You, the dutiful one have tried your best to pass on the love. Today, with eyes open, you see how culture is twisting the very core of what it means to share. At one time, to share was to portion and give love,…

Learning Flexibility from the Unadorned

A while back, I read a short meditation by Henri Nouwen which shared about the virtue of flexibility in the image of reeds. Reeds have the ability to bend amid their windy surroundings. In contrast, a strong, firm tree trunk is unyielding to high winds often causing a tree to become uprooted when a storm emerges. Probably because I struggle with flexibility, this image has stayed with me challenging my pliancy. As life would have it, I regularly pass a field of reeds on my daily walks. Following is a poem on this very idea: Reeds— their honey-colored welcome lost…

A Cure For Existing on Fumes

“For in six days God made Heaven, Earth, and sea, and everything in them; he rested on the seventh day. Therefore God blessed the Sabbath day; he set it apart as a holy day.” Exodus 20:9-11 MSG “And maybe that it is what the Sabbath is meant to do for us: Six days a week we wrestle with the world, wringing profit from the earth; on the Sabbath we especially care for the seed of eternity planted in the soul. The world has our hands, but our soul belongs to Someone else.” – Abraham Heschel, The Sabbath Yes, friend. Go…

Silence (And the Divine Thread.)

At times, silence is harsh given because you’ve dismayed the one or the masses, haven’t bent to the agreed upon wishes — whatever they may be. At times, silence is weary given because words have fallen away leaving you lost in darkness fumbling bone dry amid the injustices of the world. Yet, I know a silence that isn’t a weapon, nor a secluded woe. This silence meets me in tender places, grief places. This silence cradles me in critical spaces, peaceful places. This silence washes over me like untethered wings allowing me to see what lies right here right now….