Traffic jam

The other day, a one hour commute turned into a much longer journey when I ended up sitting on the interstate for two and a half hours due to an accident up ahead. I had been longing for breathing space but not like this.

What makes space spacious?

Ordinary particles

All those days

you felt like dust,

like dirt,

as if all you had to do

was turn your face

toward the wind

and be scattered

to the four corners


or swept away

by the smallest breath

as insubstantial—


did you not know

what the Holy One

can do with dust? ~ Jan Richardson

Not without

“Those who believe they believe in God, but without passion in their hearts, without anguish of mind, without uncertainty, without doubts, and even at times without despair, believe only in the idea of God, not in God Himself.” ~ Unamuno

When are we stuck on the idea?


May my mind come alive today
To the invisible geography
That invites me to new frontiers,
To break the dead shell of yesterdays,

To risk being disturbed and changed.” ~ John O’Donohue

What draws your eye as you enter the day?

April showers

The peacefulness of spring rain, the warmth of the sun making its way higher in the sky, the earth softening with seeds stirring in its depth, life emerging, yet still hidden.

How do you take notice?