i don’t have enough

  i don’t ever have enough for all of you. but collectively Someone does. let’s seek out that Someone. let’s put each other in the path of healing and nod approval to our fear-busting chops, that we together can fight this pain. this  brokenness. this inertia toward unrest. collectively, WE can be enough for each

love should be the pulse.

goodness should be our breath. love should be the pulse. caring should be our guide, and kindness should be our platform. always. always. always, even in the season of different reasons, different books, different traditions. it should always begin and end with love. unconditional and whole. love. you cannot buy it, but you can give

copper connector, railroad conductor

i am not sure what the path that God has chosen for me except that somehow i’m a connector. i am the railroad conductor. child, sister, mediator. long term-er. connector.  like a copper wire of sorts, weaving my way around, making sure the electricity is on between folks. i utilize this copper with a sense of urgency,

diy life

1. be born. 2. make it through middle/high/elementary life while being awkward. 3. discover your path does not align with “well, on paper it’s perfect”. 4. realize that this is exactly where & when you’re supposed to be((hear)) 5. fall down, fail, get tragically uninspired by comparison to your-friends-peers-others. 6. realize that you hate this path, pray, choose another.

where i found him, and why i keep searching

i have found him atop a hill in noblesville, indiana during a ben harper concert with some of my best friends. i have found him in the embrace of a crying baby when i want to weep as well. i found him in the smile of a gap-toothed homeless man upon the chicago windy streets.

the upswing of being ungreedy

it is not about wanting nice things.  of course i want nice things.  it is not about how much money i make or have made or will make.  of course i want to be able to support myself and my little family. it is not about being able to compare my friends, my family’s, my

give B E F O R E you leave

we cannot take a car. nor a boat. scooters aren’t even valid. where we go after we are gone is forever. we can bring love. memories of laughter and light. mental pictures of joy, joy, joy.   possessions stay here. when it is we will float upon the entry of our souls to whereverafter we