Yesterday, I went for a hike and decided to stop at a bench to take a break. I noticed an ant on the bench, and my first instinct was to flick it away. I can’t tell you how much I abhor ants. But for some reason, I stopped myself. I thought to myself: “What if…
When I’m wrestling with something, God rarely whispers. He speaks through the world around me, and today, it was the Morning Glory. Whenever I’m grappling with something, God usually uses my environment to grab my attention so that we can have a little sit down. So, the Morning Glory opens at dawn and closes at…
Asking a question is a skill that creates space for exploring, understanding, and reflecting on the true nature of something. Once digested, there is energy for movement. Something that I’ve noticed recently is that the art of the question is becoming something of a lost art…simply because we’ve become so used to asking our questions…
I almost broke my streak of writing daily today, but I have an hour left before the bell tolls. I had a rough 24 hours getting back home to Virginia. Planes were delayed, and I got back home early this morning, and had to hit the ground running as soon as I got some sleep….
Yesterday, I visited a place in the Rockies where limestone is transformed into marble. It was a heck of trip over the mountains on a forest service road from Crested Butte to Marble, but worth the effort. But what is marble, exactly? Marble starts out from limestone. Limestone is the accumulation of life that has…
It takes two days to get here by car, but what a beautiful road trip! We drove through Southeast Colorado yesterday taking the back roads to our destination in Gunnison. Nothing other than striking scenery, but I took some time to reflect upon how a landscape mirrors different aspects of our humanity. When we left…
The best thing my parents gave me was their imperfection. Sometimes, the gifts that your parents’ give you aren’t what they did right, but what they struggled with, and how they overcame it– or didn’t. This is the time of the year that I review my mother’s life, and what gifts she left me since…
