Communities

You know, some things we just can’t understand until … we do. Then suddenly, it all begins to make sense. The catch in our throat. The quivering chin. The internal…

Denver poet, Joy Sawyer, writes about “Truth-Telling and Nakedness” in her book, The Art of the Soul: Meditations for the Creative Spirit. She urges those who want to create good…

I hope you judged The Beautiful Ache by its cover last week, and felt drawn to explore it. There’s something so beautiful about it to me, both the title and the…

What do you mean I haven’t posted since Thanksgiving? How in the world did that happen? I actually had a Christmas post practically finished. A really good one. But something…

The view from the kitchen's sliding glass door in The Nest this morning looks and sounds to me like our circumstances. The wind is screaming and the snow is blowing…

Thanksgiving. The simplest and purest of holidays. The most unadulterated. My personal favorite. That’s what I wanted to write about this week. The way Thanksgiving stands, so noble and dignified,…

What is it about the solitary life that comes so close to convincing us that it’s what we want…when something deeper inside tells us our pants are on fire? And…

For people who have spent their entire lives disconnected from their emotions, venturing into the feeling zone can be unsettling, to say the least. And downright dangerous, if you’ve experienced…

“What makes us hold on so tight to the old when the new is so obviously better?” The question seemed to me one part rhetorical, one part puzzlement, and two…

I’ve been thinking about life after being found for the lost sheep in our recent Journal post, and wondering who might have related to the story. (Which explains why it…