One day the boulder is pushed off your chest or it disappears like morning dew at noon or manna in the desert. After confessing a lifetime of sorrows, traumas and troubles and crying a sea of salt tears you arrive like a newborn shivering and radiant on the shore of your soul, breathing again. For … Continue reading Alleluia

To Dust

We are still in Lent. The season of our sorrow has a light at the end of the tunnel as a country, but the struggles are still pernicious and perennial. COVID-19. War. Environmental destruction. Racism. White supremacy. Poverty. Sexism. A climate emergency. Meanwhile. This season is about a deep introspection of our own complicity. As … Continue reading To Dust