There is a reason Winter follows Fall.

We sit with the grief of lost things, like so many piles of leaves on the ground, and Winter’s chill hurries us inside to huddle up and wait.

You’re allowed to feel more than one thing at once.

Perhaps this virus is revealing more than it is causing.

Do you bristle at the word “good” on this day where we pause to reflect upon gruesome torture and death? Me, too.

It’s funny how a single phrase can usher in a flood of emotion.

I am so weary of the past year, whose struggles and uncertainties seem only to be bleeding into this one…

I always fumble for words the month of October. How do you articulate pain?

Overwhelmed by all that is happening in our world? Me, too. Come rock with me…