Photo Credit: Artist Marc Chagall, Solitude, 1933 So much is being written about the loneliness epidemic. I strongly believe currently it is as prevalent as ever. I suspect there is not a human donning an earth suit that has not felt lonely. I most certainly have. In fact, a recent report stated that one in three living in America have experienced loneliness. I heard something on Tosha Silver’s Outrageous Openness Forum which is resonant. It was in response to a letter writte

Photo Credit: Artist Lucy Campbell Always there exists people, places or things where we are able to place our time, attention, energy, and most importantly love. If I would ponder a prevailing theme guiding my life, and in those I am in relationship with, it would be this question: what do I do with all this love energy? I am unable to be in relationship with (fill in the blank) whether they are earth side or not for whatever the reason. I am unsure of where to focus this we

Photo Credit: Camp Tuttle Chapel, Big Cottonwood Canyon A Soul Sketch of Douglas by Lincoln Ure August 1st, 2008, Celebration of Life Service at Camp Tuttle, Big Cottonwood Canyon There are two kinds of people, those in recovery, and those who have not begun yet. Attractions and Addiction not our fault, but they become our work. Doug’s parents modeled recovery. Father modeled years of sobriety with alcohol. Mom recovery from caretaking addicts. Doug’s recovery was in process,

Photo Credit: Unsplash Thales Botelho de Sousa NO-thing is ever wasted. I recall Linc, my beloved mentor, expressing this to me while I was in chaplaincy training. Currently once again it came up in a session with my mentor. How this enters in is I catch myself curiously questioning the why to something. Not that it is happening to me, yet for me, and why? What might I do with this scorching hot potato? Desiring with every fiber of my being to toss it as quickly as it was cau

Photo Credit: iStock I can feel stretch marks being added upon my heart as our dear Andrea Gibson, reminds us we are capable of. Indelible marks never completely fading as they are not meant to. Reminders of what my heart is capable of holding. And not... An impossible invitation came knocking upon my door. Rather than my usual approach of flinging the door wide open, I am intentionally remaining tucked behind a threshold. Unwilling to cross into a zone I choose to not inhab

Summer of 1983. Brandi and I are eagerly awaiting our first 'date' with you. You A beat in my heart No one else can fill your spot As it was made just for you You Are the one Who keeps the lights on And flicks them off You Tucked in each cell Its own map Not to be lost You Birthed me a new role Mom, the one I love Most You Kept me up at night To scheme, to sift, and to sort You were not mine You A gift on loan Too short for me But what do you say? You Spots still too hot to t