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...

perspectives

You know how when driving long distances you can find yourself cruising at 85 feeling like you left your soul about a hundred miles back on I-5 somewhere around Kettleman City?  That’s me. Too many trips, calls, projects, people.  The good news is that I pulled...

confluence

On the water at 6:30 am.  Up, east up the finger of Lake Folsom to the confluence of the American River’s South Fork. [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rBuR_T_qSRU&hd=1] Wind in my face [as usual] Boiling water Rapids crush Wrens dart Fish nuzzle Geese...

trail run

When I finished the rain stopped.  My flushed face wet with sweat and rain.  My eyes alert – the eyes of a hunter hungry for meat.  My legs pulsing with lactic acid twitching muscles, mud and dirt, bits of twigs pine needles all mated into the hair of my lower...