I had a dream about a friend who broke my heart. In the dream, she washed my feet gently. Softly I cried. When she was done I gave her a hug. She stood stiff, arms to her side, not hugging back. I’m learning some hard lessons about friendships right now. I go deep with people, … Continue reading The Fears and Hopes of Friendships →

How beautiful in the wilderness are the feet of those who bring water to the wanderers, who shout, ‘Shalom!’ and herald the way of the Kingdom among the briars and dried up arroyos. Thank you mystics and misfits who breadcrumb the trail for those of us who tarry. We see your footprints Oh Saints, and … Continue reading A Missive From The Wilderness →