We have officially reached the anniversary of Covid being declared a pandemic. If, over the past year (or more) you have found yourself numb, detached, checked out, unmotivated, and in a word, frozen: then this post is for you.
Is there any other time in recent history when our culture has truly needed to be awake to death and allow ourselves to grieve, yet found ourselves so unable to do so? Christiana Peterson’s Awakened by Death: Life-Giving Lessons from the Mystics is prescient, published in 2020 but written pre-COVID. It is a much-needed voice for our time.
In non-dualistic ways of being, the distinction between “self” and “other” is a false dichotomy. We are somehow deeply interconnected even with those we consider our enemies. Yes, that means I’m even connected with Trump.
this weekend I realized that the tagline I had for my blog is misleading. Not intentionally, of course, but rather because I thought it was what I was about - or what I was supposed to be about. My tagline was "thoughtful explorations of spirituality, psychology, and their intersections," as you may recall. After all, I'm a counselor, and I feel myself to be spiritually inclined and want to write about it. So that's what I do, right? Actually, no.
There’s no way around it. I am a pastor’s wife. (I suppose I might also say that I have a pastor husband, but either way, my life is becoming deeply intertwined with the church). We have moved from the big city to a small town, to be an integral part of the life of the … Continue reading and Jesus was moved by her faith
I have been pondering lately about God, or the idea / being / [what word is even adequate to describe that which?] we call God. One of the questions I went into my retreat with was about conceptualizing "God out there versus God in here, in me." Maybe you know what I mean ... or … Continue reading Mosquitoes, monks, mysteries, and the Milky Way: Are you there, God? Part 2