wandering and home

Wandering Home

by Gerry Ellen Avery  What a strange concept to understand for a sensitive person such as myself: wanderings are part of letting go. I have found through years of what I deemed “escapism” is actually good for my soul. It’s not proper for every soul, but it resonates with me in furthering my ability to be…

C the Sea

C the Sea that’s made of glass The Crystal Cord May be your mast Connects to sails that set you Free Your Christed Self that helps you be closer to Him that Gifts the Flame that dwells within your heart   About the Author Trent Robertson is a 21 year old poet. Working part-time at…

Finding Peace through Yoga

Guest Blogger: Kate Croston We face an array of different pressures every day. Pressure to fit into certain stereotypes, pressure to maintain a certain lifestyle, pressure to get married and have kids, to buy a house and get a dog… and that’s just to name a few of the more common ones. It can be…

Wayfinding

Guest Blogger: Nancy Oelklaus My husband and I just returned from two weeks in Europe–one week in Cyprus and one in Croatia. These destinations are off the beaten track for Americans; in fact, we saw only one other American family during the entire two weeks. When we travel, we don’t go on tours. Instead, we…

Courtesy of the Heart

Guest Blogger: Nancy Oelklaus Last week I heard Augie Garrido, the winningest college baseball coach, speak. He said one of the greatest challenges in coaching is to help players learn how to focus and maintain inner confidence and peace regardless of what is happening on the field or in the stands–even if the people in…

Stop… breathe…

Guest Blogger: Ken La Salle I had stopped in an intersection to make a left-hand turn when the other driver blazed through, ignoring their red light, and took out my car. They tore off the front of my old Honda so fast that, even with their resulting broken axle, they kept going for a while…

Pebble in My Shoe

Guest Blogger: Nancy Oelklaus The pebble I just removed from my shoe is about the size of one Grape Nut. I felt it come in at my heel as I walked around Lady Bird Lake this morning. Near the end of the trail, I didn’t want to stop, so I hoped it would work its…