FORGING AHEAD
Last week my boyfriend and I dragged an unsuspecting coworker out for a fun-filled day of frolicking through what might be described by some as…
journey
Walking with Abraham
We all develop a bit of mental numbness over time to the more over-the-top moments in scripture, don’t we? We hear stories like that of…
Parks and Recreation Finale: A Reflection on Lenten Optimism
*Spoiler Alert: If you haven’t watched the season finale of Parks and Recreation, stop reading now and go watch it. Then read this:            This past…
A Pilgrimage and A Journey Home
Not only is it tourist season here in Asheville, North Carolina, but this past weekend was also Bele Chere, a large outdoor music festival that…
Life: A Labyrinth or a Maze?
I punched a zip code into the labyrinth locater. Jackpot! The search returned two labyrinths in Asheville, North Carolina. The first was at a Catholic church, but I wasn’t ready to step foot in one of those at this point in my life. The second was an outdoor labyrinth at the University of North Carolina at Asheville. It was a mere one-and-a-half mile walk from my temporary home. The next morning, I headed out in search of this circle of stones, eager to walk the labyrinth and hear what it had to tell me.
Happiness is not a state to arrive at but a manner of traveling. — Margaret Lee Runbeck
Commute in silence today.
Indian Summer
Calling it a “vacation” might be a bit of a stretch, but through his correspondence with friends back in the United States, 29-year-old, Minneapolis native…
