I am walking again

Loon Lake, Sierra’s.  70 degrees – wind out of the west 15-20 mph.  Blue sky.  Diamond water.  Shimmering lake surface.  Wind singing through pine, cedar, juniper, manzanita, dry lupin, baked needles.  Yes, the wind sings thru stone aeolian harp across the...

Unconquered by the Flywheel

I feel if I give in to the pull to avoid doing my work I will lose my way.  This is a lie designed to chain me to the flywheel of Sisyphus. Today I don’t feel like doing my work and the more I think about it, the more I imagine myself up in the Sierra’s on...

unlearning

I am unlearning what it means to be a pastor.  It is not easy, or pleasant to shed your skin – it is like scalping your own soul. Reinvention is another word for unlearning. This kind of reinvention happens while I am living and being as a human.  It is like...