The rules say how you think and what you believe are the most important things.
The dare looks at how you live and who you love, and later looks back later to notice, “Oh, that’s what you believe”
The rules say Continue reading “The Rules”
Grateful for such cool water, I’m adding my own voice to the world’s pool — ripple or no — because the act of creation itself is healing.
The rules say how you think and what you believe are the most important things.
The dare looks at how you live and who you love, and later looks back later to notice, “Oh, that’s what you believe”
The rules say Continue reading “The Rules”
When I was a young parent, the beach we frequented hosted a Pride Festival once a year. On that day we would go to a different beach. I can’t remember all that we were afraid of, but the answer is probably somewhere close to everything. We didn’t know what our young child might be exposed to, so it was avoided. (To be fair, it also wrecked the parking)
As that very child came of age, the ineffectiveness of protectiveness was revealed. She is attracted to other women, and covering her young eyes would not change that. And so, twenty years later, I found myself volunteering alongside her at that very same Pride Festival. How did I get over myself?
Continue reading “What I learned from my first PRIDE Parade”
Just to recap: Season 1 opened with Continue reading “Welcome to Season 4”
I’m in the midst of a job change now after nearly 10 years, after somehow working my way into the Committed Club. You know the Club, you’re probably in it too. The Club is for people who go above and beyond, even when no one is looking, in order to please…. who exactly?
Even after giving notice, my manager is still pouring on the requests and I am still – still – trying dutifully to fulfill them, on my way out the door. But instead of writing about his high expectations, I once again have to own this – this is me and now that it’s happened in two significant parts of my life, it’s clear that I am the common thread.
Yet another strand to unwind from this spool of yarn deconstructing all over my floor.
I did the same as a volunteer. My organization of choice just happened to be the church. Now that we have attended a new church for a few months, Continue reading “Pleasing Others”
After 25 years in one particular church I’ve been walking around a little. Hearing other voices, joining other groups in worship, seeing how God looks through other stained glass. In case you haven’t been out there lately, Continue reading “The Common Table”
It’s time, again, to go out. Out beyond the known walls. This has meant so much more than a Sunday change. It’s about hearing new voices, meeting and listening to new people, reading new authors, engaging and participating: not as one with an agenda but as one who has a lot to learn.
I could have written this as a 21-year old finishing college, and I daresay I did. I went off my security grid and into a gritty part of LA, listening to lives as different from my own as I could imagine. Teens in the neighborhood didn’t give a damn about Continue reading “The Wall”
It’s been a stretch of formlessness creatively, waiting for change to spark. More creative input than output. After writing about and for change, it’s been good to drop the agenda and just breathe.
It could seem empty unless I close my eyes and see the change already at work, hovering over the waters.
Inhale, exhale. Continue reading “The Hovering”