...was spent working as a dog and cat groomer, getting ready for seminary, lighting LeapFest for the second year, directing a staged reading (soon to have a second iteration!) and discovering venues such as hairpin arts (pictured)
caring deeply for someone with chronic mental illness
means writing the phone numbers of inpatient wings
on the back of dunkin' donuts receipts
in a blue marker, with the feeling of a tightrope walker,
and visiting hours hastily scribbled in.
stone to flesh.
burning palm fronds.
this is the first time i've heard the valley of bones reading.
questions we were asked in the sermon:
what does god need your breath for?
and, finish the sentence: "but i know that even now god will ___"
i want to do work that carries me closer to Your heart.
i read the verses for this prompt, exodus 32:7-14.
call us closer to you and away from false idols.
remind us of your forgiveness and all-encompassing love.
attempting to practice compassion towards myself when things take longer than i feel they 'should'.
(i can't help but gush and be grateful for new relationalities in my life)