Although I grew up Catholic until my parents left the church when I was ten, I never knew Jesus. I met Jesus as an adult in a dream after wandering forty years in spiritual deserts. At the time, I lived in Ojai, California, a place known to attract spiritual seekers, artists and visionaries. Surrounded by …
When my son was nine years old, needing me less, I starting missing the days when he was a toddler — our stroller rides to the park, building with blocks, singing Raffi songs, cuddling on the couch, reading books, baking, doing art projects, giggling, and writing stories together. Craving those early years, I took a …
“Just when I think I have learned the way to live, life changes.” -Hugh Prathner Change is alive in the seasons, weathered on our skin with age. It’s in the thrust of death, and of birth. It’s the memory as we clean our grown son’s whiskers off the sink, of the pure scent of his …
Each morning prayer during my staycation, I whisper Jesus’ words, “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.” Today, I’m struck …
I’m in day 11 of my homespun soul care staycation, a restorative journey for body, mind and spirit weaved in and out of my day to day life. I see this open-ended self-care adventure as a body pampering, wisdom-giving, faith-building, joy-seeking, branch-pruning incubator, with God as my Shepherd leading me beside still waters. It’s also …