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I’d Never, Ever, Ever, Ever. . .

Some days the teacher’s not the teacher. Some days wisdom rises up through a single voice to give voice to our collective experience and pain.

We’re working on an Inside/Outside project at The Lighthouse, a faith-based residential treatment program for women recovering from substance abuse, for the next few weeks. Someone in . . . → Read More: I’d Never, Ever, Ever, Ever. . .

Radiant Epiphanies

Last week we resumed our therapeutic art workshops with the ladies at The Lighthouse, a faith-based residential treatment program for women recovering from substance abuse. Several months earlier I’d come across a reading entitled Launching Out into the New posted on Inward/Outward, a project of Church of the Savior in Washington, DC. A sermon . . . → Read More: Radiant Epiphanies

Wistful Guilt

Recently, I’ve made a decision not to attend an annual sewing retreat that has been the fountain from which I filled my creative bucket for the last seven years. My decision was nearly a year in the making, and while I feel quite centered about it, I’m experiencing a wistful guilt the closer . . . → Read More: Wistful Guilt

Silent Nigh

Nope. I didn’t forget  the “t.” And this isn’t about a Christmas carol. But I’m getting ahead of myself. 

For us, the noisiness of the holidays was both joyful and tiring. It was wonderful to have both our adult children and our seven grandkids home for Christmas – a rare occurance. But this year’s holiday . . . → Read More: Silent Nigh