#CovidChristmas
Detachment for the season: Any semblance of Christmases past. No family celebrations. Kids aren’t coming home. The Advent wreath is packed away because…🙄 I forgot to buy candles. I told my spiritual director that this Advent somehow feels hollow. He, with great wisdom, suggested that I meditate on the first Christmas. There was no room
Politics and Faith
Oh, the elections of 2020; could there be anything worse? 2020 sucked to begin with and politics just sprinkled a little unicorn poo on top. Fueling this suckiness is that we, as Catholics, have lumped each other into one of two categories: the Altmans vs the Martins These two James’s could not be further apart.
Feeling Inadequate is not of God
Frustrated and feeling defeated today. I missed an important meeting last week – one of the classes in a course that I’m taking for certification in spiritual direction. As I work to catch up on the material, my mind wanders… I’m not good enough to be a spiritual director. God isn’t calling me to serve
Duplicity is Difficult, Pray that People Don’t Care
I can be snarky at times; just ask my mom. She will tell you that I was grounded most of 10th grade because of my mouth. Back then it was called sass. During that time in my life, I struggled with who I was and how I wanted others to see me. Most kids do.
Gift of Peace
My morning routine places me in the summer prayer chair, a wicker rocker/glider that sits in our courtyard overlooking the field, facing east. I’m out each morning by 7am; blessed by the warm glow of the rising sun. It is always so still, with only the slightest breeze filled with the songs and calls of