I am alive, extraordinarily alive. I love to sing, sing loud and passionately. I am moved with and by music and the space in time it brings me into. My memories are hidden in music. I breathe in pain, wear it for awhile, and then let laughter and hope hang it back up...
As you might know, my soul sings when I get to participate in life-giving conversations. The exchange of eye contact, honesty, and time are treasures few give out. Instead, people get coffee with their cell-phones; and happen to be sitting across from someone who is...
The first sentence of something new frequently sends me into a tailspin. How should I word this? What do I want to say? Where do I want this to go or end up? And, the whirlwind of my overthinking mind hurls me onward, towards complicating the simple questions and...
Not many people know, but I house a mildly crippling fear of pregnancy. It doesn’t haunt me or keep me awake at night; but, I do find I clothe myself in the fear of what if’s? What if my body isn’t capable of creating a baby? What if I cannot control my anxiety as...
I never learned to dream. Instead, I rapidly developed the ability to people-please and listen to what other people’s dreams were for me. When I met with Micah–an old friend–I wanted to understand how someone as passionate and extremely driven as her could...
“O Lord, you have searched me and known me. You know when I sit and when I rise. You discern my thoughts from afar. You search out my path and my lying down and are acquainted with all my ways.” –Psalms 139:1-3 Sometimes, I wonder, “If I asked people what they...
