my journal entry from December 17th I have not been able to journal for two weeks because to do so would mean I had to write the words "My mom died" I have not been able to. She passed away on December 4th. It has been brutal, but today I was able to write the… Continue reading The Only Way is Through
I have been torn about the title and tagline on my blog for a while now. I have been considering changing it from "Seeking and Stumbling" to something like "Finding my Way." “Seeking and Stumbling” seems to imply that there is only one perfect way to follow God and that many times I fail. “Finding… Continue reading Finding my Way
My final reflection for my Seminary course on the Holy Spirit: Shortly after starting to put together some thoughts and some notes on creativity and the Holy Spirit, I discovered that this topic was bigger than the parameters of this assignment. I feel I could study the intersection of these two concepts indefinitely. Therefore, for… Continue reading Creativity and the Holy Spirit: Resistance, Hospitality, and Permission
I was invited to write a poem of instruction. Maybe some words of wisdom to my older self. Something I want to remind myself later to remember. Maybe on how to be a pilgrim or an artist or a creative or a monk, or how to be a writer or a contemplative… I am not… Continue reading Poem of Instruction: Reminders to my Future Self
I am asked: “What is your inner source of orientation? What is your inner compass?” So I begin to wonder....hmmm....what guides me? To be honest,curiosity points the way.I follow untilthe road gets toughthen I ache toturn back.Who wins? Comfort or curiosity?On a cold day, maybe comfort.When I have the energy, maybe curiosity. So, is curiosity… Continue reading Curiosity
I have two tween-age daughters. We'll call the 10 year old Twirly, and the 12 year old Booky (soon to be 13 year old when she will be referred to as the Bratty Teenager.) Booky, as practice for her soon to come bratty teenage years, has picked up a new favorite saying: "I don't… Continue reading Creative “Punishment”
Drip.....drip.....drip like a faucet dripping my thoughts Drip.....drip.....drip.....drip not a complete flow Just drip.....drip.....drip the pattern draws me to sleepiness and heavy eyelids that same pattern bobs me awake Drip.....drip.....drip I cannot help but be annoyed And then the puppy comes in with her fluffy fur and wet kisses. Just enough weight on my lap… Continue reading Drip, Drip, Drip
I have been wrestling with this 'writing' thing. I have been writing everyday, just not posting everyday. I am unsure of what to share. So today I have decided just to share my truth, because that is all any of us really have to share. Here is yesterday's journal entry... February 6, 2017 I am curious… Continue reading Writing?