Jan 22, 2020 | Christianity, Community, Eugene C. Scott, God Sightings, grace, grief, happiness, healing, Living Spiritually, Nature photography, photography |
I’m in therapy. Not just counseling, not coaching, not mentoring. Therapy. Those others are helpful and powerful. I’m a counselor, coach, and mentor myself. I need therapy. Deep. Hard. Soul cracking work. A recent painful, unexpected transition woke me to this. It...
Jan 7, 2020 | Art, dreams, Eugene C. Scott, Faith, God, God Sightings, grief, Hope, Living Spiritually, Uncategorized, Writing |
Watching the ball drop each New Year resembles tossing a stone into a still pool of time. Reflective ripples race out in every direction. This is the nature of new. A new year, new relationship, new start of any type stirs reflectiveness, a tendency to glance back...
Apr 20, 2019 | Art, Christianity, Eugene C. Scott, Faith, God, God Sightings, grief, Jesus, Lent, Living Spiritually, mystery, photography, poetry |
Waiting. How did Jesus’ disciples feel on that dark Saturday after Jesus was crucified? Remembering the emptiness, grief, fear, disbelief, and irrational hope I felt after my dad’s death, I imagined this response. Neil Berg’s rock opera The 12 imagines...
Apr 16, 2019 | Christianity, Eugene C. Scott, God, God Sightings, Jesus, Lent, Living Spiritually, Nature photography |
The first time I experienced the Grand Canyon, I stood back from its precipice in child-like awe stunned by its vast beauty. Reds, golds, grays, blacks, chalk whites mingled in impossible hues. Vertigo swirled. My toes clung to the rock path through my boot...
Apr 3, 2019 | Eugene C. Scott, God, God Sightings, Lent, Listening, Living Spiritually |
Noisy Oklahoma rain pounded against my office window. Being a Colorado boy, I didn’t own an umbrella. It was a good day to hunker down. Besides I had a Bible study to prepare. Except. I couldn’t get Kalista off my mind. Kalista was a member of my congregation in...
Mar 19, 2019 | adventure, Christianity, Eugene C. Scott, God Sightings, Jesus, Lent, Nature photography |
Leaves rustle behind me. I listen. The minute intermittent scratch—barely audible, but amplified by the silence around me—is the only sound for miles. Besides my own breathing. It’s a field mouse burrowing under the long, golden grass that is my seat. Now a...
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