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I have a lot of conversations with people in which the presiding question is in the neighborhood of, how do I know which path to take? 

There is no question, all around us this world we live in feels broken; sometimes beyond our imagination that repair is possible. 

I regularly find myself in the midst of a similar conversation that typically culminates in some form of the question: “What do I do?” 

High on the ridgetrail...

Rising the crest of the growing hill

It is clear to me that throughout my life I have both been guided and I have guided others. 

It begins with the three reindeer...

In a conversation recently, the image of an old-fashioned...

I read this poem again recently, captured by the imagery of this lone father carrying his precious cargo in his slippery world.  It reminded me not only of carrying my own daughter in this holy way, but of the ways I have been ‘carried’ by others.

Every day we navigate the zigs and zags of our lives. We take familiar routes to work or school, or the daily run.  The things we see every day can become so common in our vision that it is not unusual for them to essentially disappear from view.