There are many invitations in a day Invitations to rest, by a window, with a book, holding a hand Invitations to notice, the bee on the flower, the shape of a cloud, the smile of a stranger Invitations to be present, to the colors, to the moment, to the person Invitations to work, to care… Continue reading

It has always been true, that significant seasons, ones of pain, growth, courage, transformation, are hard to share with others in a way that they, too, see the miracle that grew within you. I just recently closed the book on a season of true pain and significant healing. And I want to mark it with… Continue reading

Perhaps it is not the wildflowers I long to be But the wide open field A place for wild to grow or cultivate I want to be ground soft with rain and minerals Hard with ice and drought At times Covered with flowers which people wonder at At other times simply a field of grass… Continue reading

Sometimes you imagine a season of your life will be an entire book only to see it end and realize it was just a small chapter In an even greater story Continue reading

I hope this worst thing ends up being the best thing That somehow like they say something new and beautiful will rise from these ashes Continue reading