The End of a Winter Journal
I wonder if it’s worth counting how many mornings over the last four months I scribbled about watching the pink sunrise while listening to the coffee drip from the kitchen just behind me. Each time, I wrote it as if it was a new thought, a new sight, a new sound. And yet, there’s nothing…
All shall be well: My trip to Italy
I traveled to Italy to audit a course on Medieval Art and Spiritual Disciplines, expecting grand thoughts and monumental soul movement, but instead clinging to the quiet, ordinary moments. I fell in love with laundry drying on clotheslines. Let me back up a little bit. Before I left for my adventure to Italy, I…
The power & beauty of showing up to the same place at the same time.
I remember the first time I cried in front of these women, the same four women I have met with in the same place at the same time for the last two years. Not just an ordinary cry where one delicate tear streams down your cheek, the kind where Kate Middleton might lightly dab…