A poem about reconnecting as close as a pandemic will allow:

Smiles, big eyes.

How the heck have you been?

Delight of recognition,

A triad, a row of connection, through three car windows

There's a woman in your life. She's the one behind the scenes. Mom or not, she needs to know she matters.

I asked one of my podcast interviews what he was learning about himself yesterday and he turned the tables on me, “What about you?”

Oh, me? I think I said something about living life more slowly. Yet the question sticks with me.

Let’s go deeper. What am I learning about myself? About how I operate in the world? About how I relate to others?

The podcast is live! I made this show to help creative people like you come fully alive to the pursuit of joy. Here are a few episodes all ready for your listening pleasure.

You were made for this. To take whatever is in your hands and make something. Also, I’m ANNOUNCING my new podcast!

I am an Easter disciple.

A beloved child of the King of the Universe.

I belong to an ancient people of new birth.

A meditation on John 14 :1-7

Thomas said to him, “Lord, we do not know where you are going. How can we know the way?”

There is a path I can sometimes see in early morns or closing nights

When suns exit and enter,

Somehow the passing cars and the power lines get lost in the color and form, and they matter not. This is gift. God himself beckons.

The tensions and irreconcilable juxtapositions have purpose. Sometimes we receive glimpses of their gifts, but even if you never see their goodnesses this side of eternity, they do exist. Here’s my tribute to a year that could have taken me under, but I choose to see it for what it is on the flip side: blessing.

Pain. Hope. To marry the two can seem almost profane. To reconcile these realities, Isaiah 40 offers help.