It’s been another full-plate week, so I’m late in writing this week, but want to put words to a light piercing through my heavy heart. I’m on social networks quite a lot lately for work-related research, yet I find it hard to escape the headline news of mass shootings, and the racist fueled death of …
I’m late in writing this week, having had a full weekend with Mother’s Day and a Saturday enjoying a wonderful outing in Laguna Beach. So, I’m sneaking in a short blog before dinner, what bloggers call a five-minute post — writing free-form for five-minutes without editing. I promised I’d try it again during a busy …
It’s raining here in San Diego early Sunday morning. Mighty fierce clouds painted varying shades of gray cover the sky. The palm trees out my bedroom window look like tiny umbrellas silhouetting the sky. I retreat into morning silence, a gift of pause in our busy world. This unusual, wet, windy, stormy May weekend morning …
I’ve been thinking about what it means to pray. In author Anne Lamott’s book, Help, Thanks, Wow, she recounts these three simple prayers that helped her through life’s challenges. Her writing summarizes how most of us pray in desperation as we cry out, God, please help me, such as when we’re dying of thirst in the deserts of …
I’m not sure what to write about today, so I’ll just write. It may be brief today since I’m feeling a bit like taking a nap, however I’m curious to discover what story is trying to break through fertile ground that feels like the seedling of a prayer. I’m sitting in the Holocaust Museum’s lobby …