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

Healer of our every illlight of each tomorrowgive us peace beyond our fearand hope beyond our sorrow ( Hymnal: A Worship Book, #377) Still reeling from the Atlanta killings, our country has now seen gun violence migrate west of the Mississippi within a week. Boulder. Ten killed. More innocent lives lost. A grocery store. People … Continue reading Healer of our every ill

I've been back a month now, from my writing time in Northern New Mexico. It was a time of daily plumbing the depths of my own fears, imaginations, enthusiasms, loneliness and creativity. I remember the colorful cabin with great fondness—it's only heat source a fireplace. At times I missed the ease of flipping a thermostat. … Continue reading At the River Clarion

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

All those days you felt like dust, like dirt, as if all you had to do was turn your face toward the wind and be scattered to the four corners or swept away by the smallest breath as insubstantial— did you not know what the Holy One can do with dust? This is the day … Continue reading Blessing the Dust