{soundtrack} · {waiting room}

{ punctuate : sunday afternoon }

In August of 2017, I stepped away from my role as a vocalist on the worship team at my church. I chose to stop singing publically because I needed rest, physically, emotionally, and spiritually. I needed to step back into a space of full-time receiving. It had been two years since my last sabbatical, and… Continue reading { punctuate : sunday afternoon }

{perspective} · {waiting room}

{ quote : healing & mercy }

“Concerning this, I pleaded with the Lord three times to take it away from me. But He said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for [my] power is perfected in weakness.” Therefore, I will most gladly boast all the more about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may reside in me. So I take pleasure in weaknesses, insults, catastrophes, persecutions, and in pressures, because of Christ. For when I am weak, then I am strong.”

—2 Corinthians 12:8–10 (HCSB)


“Even as we are caught in a web of hurt and brokenness, we are also in a web of healing and mercy.”

—Bryan Stevenson
in his book Just Mercy: A Story of Justice and Redemption

{waiting room}

{ waiting room : the face of healing }

I began the new year recovering from a violent stomach bug. It started early that Sunday morning and my friend Kelly had graciously offered to bring me supplies that afternoon, particularly electrolyte water, which I have learned usually prevents these viruses from getting the better of me. Sadly, the virus beat her to me. Around… Continue reading { waiting room : the face of healing }

{character} · {inspiration}

{ quote : shadows }

The Bird Woman’s shadow gathered its skirts and made room on the bench for Jane and Michael.
“My!” she exclaimed, as her arms went round them. “You’re solid and no mistake!”
“That’s because we’re real,” said Jane
“Bones and toe-nails and hair and blood,” Michael kindly informed her.
“Ah!” The Bird Woman’s shadow nodded. “I expect you ‘ad a Special Ticket. It isn’t everyone gets the chance. But you’re not tellin’ me—are you, lovies?—that shadders isn’t real?”
“Well—they go through things. And they’re made of nothing——” Jane tried to explain.
“Nothin’s made of nothin’, lovey. And that’s what they’re for—to go through things. Through and out on the other side—it’s why they get to be wise. You take my word for it, my loves, when you know what your shadder knows—then you know a lot. Your shadder’s the other part of you, the outside of your inside—if you understand what I mean.”

—from “Hallowe’en,” p. 239
in the book Mary Poppins in the Park, by P. L. Travers


“Here’s to the things that are true, which is an interesting stance in an age when every man, and every woman, does what is right in their own eyeballs. Its comical to me that on Groundhog Day, when at least some of the population is still fixated on a rodent’s shadow, that most of us are quite oblivious to our own, shadows that is. I believe it was in the writings of Robert Bly where I first came across the concept of shadow – those long repressed aspects of our personality that, after we pass a certain age, start to show themselves. Bly’s encouragement is to be-friend your shadow, and one way to do that is by using careful, physical language. I think about that when I see one of those bucolic scenes with a quote superimposed on it, something that sounds oh so spiritual but I usually find myself thinking But what in the world does that mean? Yep, a lotta un-friended shadow running ruinous in our nation that is no longer one.”

—John D. Blaise
Dear Winn — 2 February 2016
from his blog series Letters to Winn


“But I didn’t think shadows could feel,” said Jane.
“Not feel! What nonsense!” cried Mrs. Corry. “They feel twice as much as you do. I warn you, children, take care of your shadows or your shadows won’t take care of you.”

—from “Hallowe’en,” p. 228
in her book Mary Poppins in the Park, by P. L. Travers

{inspiration} · {perspective}

{ quote : on success }

“What we call success is very nice and comes with useful byproducts, but success is not love, or at least it is at best the result of love of the work and not of you, so don’t confuse the two. Cultivating love for others and maybe receiving some for yourself is another job and an important one. The process of making art is the process of becoming a person with agency, with independent thought, a producer of meaning rather than a consumer of meanings that may be at odds with your soul, your destiny, your humanity, so there’s another kind of success in becoming conscious that matters and that is up to you and nobody else and within your reach.”

—Rebecca Solnit
How to Be a Writer: 10 Tips from Rebecca Solnit
as posted on Literary Hub

{character} · {reflection}

{ punctuate : chronicles }

Sometime in 2010, I stopped journaling. That year began with my departure from the foreign mission field in Mexico, continued through transitioning into a a stateside admin role and international discipleship via phone and chat services, and ended with work as a full-time nanny to triplet preemie infants. Woven throughout those milestones was an online… Continue reading { punctuate : chronicles }