I had an unexpected conversation with my orthodontist a week ago. A real conversation, set off by an honest question that I chose to return with an equally honest answer. She offered to drive me home after our appointment, and we spent the car ride sharing, well, battle scars. Continue reading “People are icebergs.”
Today, what I’d intended to be a quick fifteen-minute run to grab groceries turned into an hour spent staring at paintings in a local art exhibit at the mall.
The stories that we tell shape our worldview. When someone asks us what our stories are, what do we say? How do we tell them? The ways that we tell and re-tell our personal narratives informs our identity, as well as how we see and interact with the world.
There is a writing by Augustine of Hippo that I really like. Continue reading “Late have I loved You.”
As part of our retreat two weeks ago, and as a spiritual formation exercise, my friends and I went on a contemplative walk on the shores of Lake Apo in Bukidnon. Continue reading “The practice of contemplative walking.”
AB says there are portions of Bukidnon that look very similar to the land in Kenya and Rwanda. Continue reading “Mirrors: Finding Africa here.”
There are just days you wake up and know that a new page in your life has turned. You can’t really articulate it at first, but you feel that things are different. Continue reading “Why this blog exists.”
It rained all day today. I took advantage of the weekend: catching up on books, some writing, and a few good movies.
Earlier this week, I got on a bus with AB (dear friend and mentor) for eight hours and traveled to a different city for a young leader care retreat / young mobilizers’ gathering.