Welcome! We’ve come to the edge of a month’s passing and another’s beginning. I love the opportunity of these liminal, edge spaces to pause and notice my soul’s bearings and look for how God showed up in my life. In my monthly-ish email, I offered these questions to reflect on: Where…

There is a word in French that captures the visceral feeling of our communal and individual upheaval as we cope with the pandemic’s presence and other challenges: Bouleversant. It is a topsy-turvy word, one with motion and disorientation embedded in it. I find myself thinking of it often as I encounter…

I lay on the itchy carpet, my knee swiveled across my body and my arms splayed out to either side like a fallen cornstalk. A deep breath found the sharpness of a clenched back muscle and I shivered into the pain. “Feel the feeling.” My right eye trickled, the salt trail…

I cringed involuntarily. The yellow font proclaimed “Soul care is the new self-care!” I follow and frequently hashtag posts on IG with #soulcare, and I did not want it equated with self-care. Chagrined, I realized I still have embedded deeply in my body a wariness, even a rejection, of self-care.  I…

I’m betting that somewhere in your body you feel tension—we all do in some way. I notice mine when the ache is pinching, or it’s hammering into my thoughts. Historically, I didn’t notice it until it couldn’t be ignored. But over the years I’ve learned to scan my body more regularly.…

As we finish observing Black History month, perhaps you want to keep doing the work of investigating how race has formed you and your faith. There are many important ways to do this, but I want to highlight the need for safe, hospitable relationships. As we attempt to become aware of…