So what does a sixty-year-old woman running with a dog have to do with becoming a Spiritual Director?
Everything. In one picture I am instantaneously and joyously returned to the freedom of discovering more of the authentic Self, as God made me. The light. The shadow. The healed and the wounded Self as one of God’s beloved kids. Continue reading Desires of My Heart
By God’s grace and a bunch of really good people right here, I am standing in the sunshine of gratitude. And today can be about celebrating Trudy and the many gifts she shared with us.
Including one of her butterflies that’ll I’ll share with you. And a poem shared with me by a friend earlier this week.
Live life, love and have fun. I am pretty sure this is what Trudy would like for me to do. With love. Today. Continue reading Today
Yesterday was not a particularly good day. I wallowed and ate and watched tv and sulked and called out to God a few times but it was like yelling into the grand canyon… all I could hear was me – me – me. Well, that plus this incessant screaming in my head! Continue reading Rain On My Parade
In the personal sense: torque is the pull of doing what is wrong against the right that I know. Tensile is the test of how long I can continue thinking and behaving, in opposite directions than loving ways, without completely breaking, and falling apart.
Two very human conditions we live within; both displaying the existence of good and the good sense in each of us. Continue reading The Torque and Tensile of Tinnitus
May the shadows of the year fade in the sunshine of tomorrow.
Happy new year.
Wednesday is the last day of the year; a realization that strikes panic like a stitch in my side when running.
Oh wait, I haven’t been running since I turned 41. That look back makes this like child’s play – a few days in a year is nothing to twenty. And yet, like yesterday or twenty years ago I am again heckled to hate myself and plan my diet-cure by December 31. Continue reading Finding Normal
