There is a guy that flies over my house. Literally. I don't even know what contraption he's in. Think Katy Perry in "Rise", attach a bug-like whirring motor, and take away the sexiness. That's the guy. I can't imagine how he must feel - floating above everything, neighborhoods, churches, farms. I can imagine the reaction he … Continue reading Transformation: Peeling Back The Layers Of What We Think We Know
Life gets so heavy. Some days, most days, it can feel beyond what I can physically carry. It's not one thing that looms large over my day. It's all the tiny things added up that can make me feel just a bit woozy: Motherhood, Wifehood, Careerhood. All the Hoods need all the attention and I … Continue reading Joy As Armor: How Pineapple Leggings and Unicorn Socks Save Me
It's Friday night. I can hear the frogs and the crickets, and the light brush of the wind against the lush of leaves. My neighbors are outside, making talk, animated and possibly tipped with beer. The frogs sound like my neighbors, each impassionately answering the other. It makes me smile. I'd forgotten how much I … Continue reading Action First: A Meditation On All The Things
I am getting nothing done. If the world were inside of me, it would be bottle-necked - bits of ocean and land smashing into each other - only a conglomerate of life is coming through my throat. I feel too much. Am too much. There's too much to say. Too much to do. I see … Continue reading Worlds
The last two weeks have been hard, but it's helped me write what exactly...
The yearning is an invitation. Right? What else could it be? Why write poetry or music? Why make a meal, create an app, create a movement with the body that makes the heart ache deeper and further?
It was 2am and I was sobbing. The first part of March had been brutal for our family. Sickness had erupted. Nearly everything on the schedule had been cancelled. Saturday came and I thought we had made it through. We bared our weak arms and bowed our heads to disinfect, scrub, vacuum, and steam clean every … Continue reading When Faith Looks Like a Messy Bun – Thoughts on Trusting God