Joy shapes us in ways we can’t anticipate. It points us in directions we may not have considered. Joy brings us striking ideas and startling inner direction.
In the midst of transition, keeping spacious mornings allows room for new ideas and courageous actions.
Despite the divisions we feel in our families and our communities, we want the same things at the end of the day: a life of our own making, a world that is safe for our children, and a mountain range to escape to sometimes in the summer.
My grandmother was dying. I remember driving to sit with her, to talk and sing to her, to pray for her. Knowing that she was between worlds was to experience liminal space.