-
Recent Posts
Archives
- May 2013
- March 2013
- November 2012
- October 2012
- August 2012
- July 2012
- June 2012
- May 2012
- April 2012
- March 2012
- February 2012
- January 2012
- December 2011
- November 2011
- October 2011
- September 2011
- August 2011
- July 2011
- June 2011
- May 2011
- April 2011
- March 2011
- February 2011
- January 2011
- December 2010
- November 2010
- October 2010
- September 2010
- August 2010
- July 2010
- June 2010
- May 2010
- April 2010
- March 2010
- February 2010
- January 2010
- December 2009
- November 2009
- September 2009
- August 2009
- July 2009
- June 2009
- May 2009
- April 2009
- March 2009
- February 2009
- January 2009
- December 2008
- November 2008
- October 2008
- September 2008
- August 2008
- July 2008
- June 2008
- May 2008
- April 2008
Tags
a beautiful mess advent Art Journaling Art Workshops Body Image celtic blessings change Community Contemplative Prayer creativity Dinner emotions food gardening health higher education Homestead In-between Lent marriage Peacemaking perfection perfectionist recovery physical recipe Retreats seasonal eating Self-Care Sexuality spiritual direction spirituality teaching the church traditions transitions Travel Urban Farm Women's issues Women's ministry Writing
Monthly Archives: November 2009
I am starting this blog with an admission: I have jumped on the bandwagon. Last December I had a procedure that left me in bed for 3 days, so my friends became Edward, Bella, and Jacob. The story flowed through the poor grammar choices and mushy teenage love scenes that spewed their angst, rebellion, and hormones everywhere. I wanted to know what would happen next and dove further into this
A few weeks ago we held the first Soul and Sexuality Retreat. We gathered on Friday night to burn our shame wall that we collectively made up in Santa Barbara. It was a moving night where we were able to reconnect and hold each other in the grace we have been given. We burned the shame notes not because we think there is power in doing so, but as a
I remember the sniper attacks. It was only a year after 9-11 and everyone was still a little on edge. I was in college and the war was just getting started. I bought my shirt with a flag on it and wore it proudly. I was and am proud to be an American, most of the time. Last week, I was getting ready to speak at a retreat and missed
“What gives you hope?” It was the question that started it all. Last Thursday I spoke at a venue to women and men who had a passion for working with young adults. I talked about the retreats and workshops I lead, but mainly about creating safe spaces for women to heal from a culture of unrealistic expectations of perfection. By introducing different self-care and contemplative tools, women have awakened to