What’s Your Myth?
What’s Your Story?
What’s Your Wound?
Where’s The Glory?
You’re out of touch, But you’re not out of time
Always leaving, Alway going
Always needing, Always knowing
How to find your way, that’s why you never stay
And to know yourself
The healing art
Kneeling. It’s a passive posture.
At various times, in various places, it could be a posture of prayer.
A posture of surrender. A posture of nobility or knighthood.
And sometimes, including right now, it is a posture of peaceful protest.
It is heartbreaking that this form of protest is being conceptualized as an...
Charlottesville. My heart is broken. Shattered. I’m consumed. It’s grief.
I’m easily angered. I’m crying when no one is looking. I’m reminded of being a teen listening to Sinead O’Connor’s “Black Boys On Mopeds” and crying. I was crying because I knew the plight of my black neighbors. But I also knew the plight...
I am am a White, Straight, Southern, Christian Male. I attend and serve within a moderate mainline congregation. I have absolutely nothing to gain from standing with the LGBTQ community.
I am an introvert that doesn’t like negative attention. I hate being typecast and misunderstood. I like to be liked. I am a professional and...
To be a therapist or a social worker is to be a guardian of secrets. It is to be entrusted. It is a sacred trust. It is to be a safe deposit box for the soul’s work.
It is a priesthood.
It is to walk through the darkest and brightest places in the human...