In my rough ‘n tumble twenties, I put my back through the ringer. Between getting bucked off a horse running full speed to crashing ATVs to getting rear-ended, my spine has experienced its fair share of bruises. Add on stress, poor posture, and having to schlep around a tiny human and all her gear, and most days, I’m on the couch with a heating pad by 5:00. If it’s a day where world events get me particularly enraged, the heating pad comes out by 2:00.
Read MoreReading about and experiencing the natural disasters this summer got me thinking about what might be going on for many of us within and how excess Fire or Water could (figuratively) manifest in our worklives.
Read MoreMost of my home state is on fire right now. It’s gut-wrenching, and as I stay indoors with my family trying not to breathe in the smoke that looms outside, I’ve been thinking a lot about what needs to happen in order for our world to be healthy again.
Read MoreRight after the atrocities committed by white supremacists in Charlottesville recently, I went to my office and bumbled through my day, replaying the videos I’d seen over and over again in my head.
I checked my LinkedIn account like I do most days, and as I was scrolling through my feed, I noticed something: there was no mention of what had happened in Charlottesville. Nothing. It was as if it didn’t exist.
Read MoreLately I’d been caught up in a story that I know many of you have probably been caught up in before, too, which is the story that says that unless we’re the best at something, it’s not worth doing.
We exist within a culture that tells us we need to be exceptional but then treats us as if we’re all the same. We’re mass marketed to, sold products that are made in droves, and are told in millions of tiny ways to act, look, and be like everyone else.
Read MoreEvery summer until I was a teenager, I would spend a week at Camp Christian with my church group. It was a sweet little place with cabins, a pool, a big lodge with a communal kitchen, and of course a fire pit where we’d sing songs every night.
One summer when I was around ten years old, I was there again, enjoying a week with my friends, many of whom were part of the “in-group” at church.
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