Trail Community is Real Life
“Welcome! What’re your names?” I yelled to the couple who joined me at Davenport Gap Shelter. It was pouring loud rain on the metal roof and evening was falling...
Category: Blog Posts
Every week I will offer up my musing, insights, questions, and reflections about my vocations in the world.
Day 1, Mile 1: Let Go… and stop counting
I chose to hike for 10 days without a watch. It was a conscious choice. I didn’t want to be focusing on how fast I was (or wasn’t) hiking. I didn’t want to worr...
Guarding solitude & Walking light
After I finished putting everything into my backpack, it is 35lbs light. (I did not pack that candelabra you see on the table). I spent the last week at home go...
Mother Ocean, Sister Storm, & Holy Ghost Crab
We spent a week visiting the Atlantic Ocean from Fenwick Island, DE. My life began in the salt water of the Gulf of Mexico. My mom swears that I learned to swim...
Is Rest a Goal or a Gift?
A few years ago I started using the full focus planner to organize my life. (It is a helpful tool and it might also be a productivity cult, www.fullfocusplanner...
“What’s the plan for today?”
No plan. “Well, what are we doing, then?” Well, what do you want to do? This is day one, sabbatical. I am away from my regularly scheduled life and I do not wan...
Penultimate time… the moments before Sabbath arrives
Last night I stayed at the office until midnight… I was filled with that pre-departure energy to sort through and clean up piles of paper and items that h...
Reflections in night watches…
”Watch and pray…” A garden of prayer has grown around me as I sit still in the presence of fear and grief, faith and hope. Great oaks of ancient prayer an...
Be the Altar Guild of your Domestic Church
I entered the Episcopal church as a college student in the mid-1990’s and found my spiritual home among the poetry of the Book of Common Prayer, the beautiful a...
Repent ~ μετάνοια ~ change direction
One morning last week, I clicked on an article from the New York Times Magazine that, normally, I would have passed by without pausing to read deeper. A young m...