I’m not a quitter. (This was probably the reason I was so burned out and left diocesan and parish ministry.) I don’t like to say,
Were you one of those kids who attempted to feign ill on the day of the dreaded gym class dodgeball game? Me too. It’s not
Sometimes while surfing YouTube, I’ll come across an old song from a band I used to listen to and memories of the past come flooding
As I continue out of hibernation there is often a lagging sense of fatigue. A strange paradox to feel exhausted after many months being sequestered.
I have no idea of anyone reads these thoughts of mine. Honestly, it doesn’t matter. Having a blog can be quite cathartic. There is a
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