I began to realize that everything I’d built up in the healthy years was a gift God might now be withdrawing. He’d kept the receipt, apparently.
I know it sounds too good to be true. It’s like the world has thrown you a stag party as your punishment for failing to measure up. What’s the catch?
There is something exciting happening in communities all over the world, and filmmaker Adam Sjoberg is traveling to the ends of the earth to tell us the story.
As early as your first steps and words, people begin to tell you things about yourself. What you’re good at. How you should behave. How you can improve. People uplift you. People put you down. It’s hard to figure out who you are when you barely have time to decide for yourself. But once you [...]
How good it is to heal each other, bring ceremony into our homes, employ the art of waiting, share a cup, and take a drink ourselves, just for the sheer pleasure of a spot of tea.
I mumbled under my breath/
I trust you with my life as I walked to 25th street station.
I have come to untwist myself, to become unbent, to be alive and to groan, knowing that to groan is to hope for the end of the aching.
Maybe my life will make sense if it matches the triangulation of a fairy tale, novel, or epic.
Over time I have come to learn that the tilling season, in whatever form one might find it, is essential for a successful crop.