When the Spirit Starves

There was a time I was severely hypoglycemic, and the pattern went like this. I would think, I’m hungry. Then that “I’m hungry” would get repetitive, more insistent, screaming so loud that it was all I could hear, until it…

There was a time I was severely hypoglycemic, and the pattern went like this. I would think, I’m hungry. Then that “I’m hungry” would get repetitive, more insistent, screaming so loud that it was all I could hear, until it…

We all know what it is like to be in an environment we do not want to be in. A job that feels unaligned. A relationship that has been off for longer than we have admitted. A house we cannot…

When Mary Oliver writes, “Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness,” she is not suggesting that we not rage against the darkness, that we do not own our suffering, that we stand by and passively say,…