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...
I have this recurring day dream where I’ve died and gone to heaven. I’m standing in line, in the clouds, though the footing is firm enough. My hands are sweaty. My heart is playing the kettle drum. I see the gates gleaming.* A line of people stretches out behind me...
Why has the Trayvon Martin/George Zimmerman ruling grabbed America by the throat and not let go? Because a young black man lost his life. Because a young hispanic man has had his nearly destroyed. Because the media need to manufacture crises to make money. Because it...
“Wrap your arms around yourself or someone you love today,” Pastor Les Avery used to say at the end of every St. James Presbyterian worship service, “because you never know what kind of pain lies just beneath the surface in each of us.” This last week that phrase came...
Last week I peddled my mountain bike up a chert strewn, sandy trail into mountains that resembled barren mounds some demon had impaled with burnt toothpicks. It was the first time I had ventured into the area know as the Hayman Burn, which, in 2002, was the most...
What does a spiritual life look like? That’s been the question nagging me since I started this living spiritual experiment. Some, especially those of monkish makeup, strive to live spiritually by denying the importance of the material world. They deny the flesh....
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