The drive from my mom’s house to the memory care unit where my dad lives is becoming familiar. Past the thrift store I keep meaning to stop in to browse. Around the corner and up the hill, and then right at the light by the rehab center. When my parents moved… Continue reading
I was worried about my capacity to ‘be kind to myself’ and manage the emotional roller coaster I’d been on for what felt like too long… A year later, I’m doing okay. One year ago I sat on the patio of a brewery and read a bit from a book… Continue reading
Maybe [Jesus] felt the pressure of his mom’s faith. Maybe he struggled to trust his dad’s love for him. Maybe he was burdened by the expectation that he was supposed to be the one to bring a word of hope to those who were suffering. Maybe some days he just… Continue reading
Car trip games are a necessity with 5 kids and no electronics, I suppose. We spent lots of time in the car growing up; and before the days of Walkmans and Game Boys, my parents had to find ways to keep our fidgeting and poking at one another to a… Continue reading
Recently when I went on my run (okay…jog) after work, for some reason the voice coach on my running app wasn’t working. Usually it tells me how I’m doing and how far I’ve come. It will give me an update on my pace and distance, which gives me just enough… Continue reading
Reading Exodus 30-32 is interesting. Specifically the contrast between Ex. 30-31 and Ex. 32 is intriguing. Ex. 30-31 (and maybe the chapter/s before) are all about setting apart STUFF and PEOPLE as holy and consecrated. The stuff the priests wore was consecrated and holy. The oil used for anointing was… Continue reading
“This passion empties one of self. One does not “self-empty” by focusing upon oneself. One is emptied of self to the degree one is overcome by the needs, pain, hopes and desires of others. When concern for others takes one utterly beyond self-interest, beyond obsession with achievements and self-obsessing guilt… Continue reading
I’ve discovered a new park from which to watch the sun rise. I stop at the Starbucks across the street and get a refill of the Veranda Blend coffee, and then head over to the parking lot of the park. I like this park because there are actually picnic tables… Continue reading
Since I’m transitioning to a new blog with my own domain name, this is the post that bridges from the previous blog. To find out more about where I’ve been in my blog-mind over the last several years, check out: ambassadoraroma.wordpress.com