We are standing on the cusp where summer and autumn kiss. Cusp. I like the sound of it. It sounds like it’s meaning - a point, but not only a point, an intersection where two objects, places, or directions meet, creating a point. We are poised on the tendeer threshold between summer and fall. Depending on where you live, it may feel more like summer and less like fall, or more like fall and less like summer. Cusps are good places to pause a moment and take stock of one place, direction, or season before moving into the next. Continue Reading

The art of reflection is like water thrown into a hot iron skillet. First you can see how hot the pan is. Then it cools things down and lifts what's sticking. These quarterly reflections are a way of picking up my life when it has cooled down a bit and looking at what I learned in the passing season. As we stand on the cusp of summer, I want to pause and look back at springtime when the world was beginning to melt and the first flowers were in the bud. creativity is a means to love.At a Renovaré Continue Reading

It has been approximately 63 days since we began our corona quarantine. I didn't need to count. I had a fairly good idea because yesterday I read Psalm 62. I began reading a Psalm a day right around Oregon's shelter in place order. I read Psalm 62 and scribbled it into my journal. He's solid rock under my feet, breathing room for my soul.I gulp deep breaths and let it out slowly. I wonder if my feet have been on the ground. Everything I've read or done lately has had a different texture, a ray of light coming through Continue Reading