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Belief: Then & Now

Belief: Then & Now

There was a time in which any question about what I believed merited a simple, obvious, and expected answer. After...

Sit still. Be quiet. Feel.

Sit still. Be quiet. Feel.

Now that both of my girls live miles, states, and flights away from me, I find myself transitioning into what it means...

Changing Everything

Changing Everything

If you want to learn about a culture, listen to the stories. If you want to change a culture, change the stories. This...

Wisdom does as Wisdom says

Wisdom does as Wisdom says

Women hold all the wisdom they could ever need, that the planet could ever need, that the world so desperately needs....

If your stories could talk…

If your stories could talk…

A number of years ago I learned about intertextuality. It is how one text speaks to or shapes another; how seemingly...

Hearing Voices

Hearing Voices

I am neck-deep in manuscript-writing these days. This book, my book, this thing I've been nurturing and holding and...

A DSM-V Code

A DSM-V Code

Did you know that there is a DSM-V code for religious or spiritual problems?  Yep: V-Code 62.89.  Apparently it is...

A late-night text

A late-night text

I’ve been thinking about the wisdom that has shaped much of my life. I’m grateful for some of it, to be sure. There’s...

Go Deeper Still

Go Deeper Still

Go deeper still... You already know this: there is profound wisdom, strength, beauty, and grace that lies in wait –...

Believing the Voice Within You

Believing the Voice Within You

A voice dwells within you that can be trusted, that longs to be listened to, that consistently speaks truth. I...

The Widow of Nain

The Widow of Nain

There is an ancient story told of a widow whose only son died. With him went her last semblance of family, belonging,...

Fanning Desire’s Flame

Fanning Desire’s Flame

Desire is a tricky thing. To desire feels dangerous because we might not get what we want. To desire is risky because,...

These Stories Still Speak

These Stories Still Speak

I’ve been awake since 4:30 this morning. Uncharacteristically, instead of lying in bed and trying to tame my...

My Inner Critic = The Patriarchy

My Inner Critic = The Patriarchy

I was recently organizing files on my computer (something I do when I intend to write, but instead find busy work…)...

About Being Ubiquitous

About Being Ubiquitous

This post could be entitled About Being God Without Realizing Such. I came across this word while reading a novel a...

God on a Woman’s Terms

God on a Woman’s Terms

For most of us, the word "sacred" conjures some thought of God. Perhaps you associate this with a positive set of...

Easter 2017

Easter 2017

I will not be attending Easter services today. I will not witness the rows of shiny, white patent-leather shoes,...

Somewhere between Kali and Jesus

Somewhere between Kali and Jesus

I am Kali Ma.I stick my tongue out of my once silent lips.These eyes, no longer mild,Are furious daggers of fire.~ a...

Why Stories Matter

Why Stories Matter

We live in a world of stories. Childhood fairytales shape our dreams and hopes. Family legends, imparted over kitchen...

A Reflection on 12

A Reflection on 12

12 represents the completed cycle of experience. 12 is the symbol of cosmic order. There are 12 months in a year. Time...

On the Phone vs. In a Pew

On the Phone vs. In a Pew

I had a conversation yesterday with a friend. She’s married. I’m not anymore. She lives in the South. I definitely do...

It’s all going to end badly

It’s all going to end badly

A few weeks ago, while talking to my therapist, I mentioned my ongoing and haunting hunch that the archetype of the...

A story for Mother’s Day

A story for Mother’s Day

Mother’s Day used to be the hardest day of the year for me – when lost in the throes of infertility. That is no longer...

Why didn’t you just say so?

Why didn’t you just say so?

I’ve been binge-watching The Newsroom for the past week. This morning I woke up far too early for a weekend-day....

On Miracles

On Miracles

I made a video a few days back in which I talked of Tabitha. Little known. Rarely told. Hugely significant. (This...

Tears

Tears

Tears are a river that takes you somewhere...Tears lift your boat off the rocks, off dry ground, carrying it downriver...

Letting Go. Holding On.

Letting Go. Holding On.

Living through years of infertility taught me an invaluable lesson. And truth-be-told, I continue to learn it just as,...

The Full Moon and other thoughts

The Full Moon and other thoughts

Whoever you are: some evening take a step out of your house, which you know so well. Enormous space is near. ~ Rainer...

Playing Poker with God

Playing Poker with God

So often we frantically seek for an explanation to our suffering, to the things in our own life and in the world that...

My Proclivity for Lists

My Proclivity for Lists

I’m a list-maker, I admit it. I not only make them, I complete them. I can have multiple lists running at the same...

This Father’s Day

This Father’s Day

I find myself in a sort of a gray place today. Granted, it’s the Seattle area and the skies are often as they look...

Asking “what-if” questions

Asking “what-if” questions

These days, at Mars Hill Graduate School, we are considering a lot of “What if” questions: What if you truly loved...

On Womens’ Suffering

On Womens’ Suffering

I was at a conference last weekend in Syracuse, NY, at which a number of theologians, philosophers, and educators...

Choosing the Storm

Choosing the Storm

I’ve been thinking a lot about how strong my proclivity is for calm; for a life that is tame, sedate, and...

Choose Life

Choose Life

I spent a couple of lovely hours with a young woman this morning who asked me what I thought about spiritual...

Whose Story Am I In?

Whose Story Am I In?

I just finished writing this entire post, went to read through it from the beginning before hitting “publish,” and...

I Am This Woman

I Am This Woman

I wrote what follows for the women’s event, Conversations (mentioned in my last post). As the days have progressed...

Prophet as Female

Prophet as Female

While I was still a student at The Seattle School, I remember hearing one of my professors lecture on the categories...