I find that life keeps teaching me about these paradoxes—two things that shouldn’t go together but certainly do. Two things that should contradict each other, but both are true. It’s as if life keeps saying to me Yes, AND….
I know that if I stay open, when whatever it is that is meant to come my way, finally makes its appearance, I will be open to it. I’m not sure if it will give me the testimony of Christ as I’ve pictured it or as I’ve experienced it before. I suspect it might be something completely new.
In December, after hearing Cheryl Strayed speak at UCLA, I considered what might feel like prayer for me (See Walking is a Prayer). The piano came strongly into my consciousness. I took lessons from age 8-15. I have always felt that I should be MORE accomplished with the piano than I am so when I … Continue reading Our Lady of Chains
When I was in Hawaii last week, I visited Painted Church or, more properly, St. Benedict’s Catholic Church. It’s a scenic, little-white-church tucked away in the greenery south of Kona and worth a quick stop. The church is famous for the murals covering the walls and ceiling, painted by Father John Velghe, an untrained folk … Continue reading Light and shadow
I believe that for two emotionally healthy people, love and integrity are enough. I believe those two things can bridge idealogical differences, extended family problems, money issues, illness. Because two emotionally healthy people will own their own shit. They will have the strength to be honest even when it is painful, motivated by a deep … Continue reading Open Hands. Open Heart.
I am up with the sun at 7am. Cass and I have planned to snorkel the Captain Cook Monument today. With optimism, we attach a couple of other potential plans on the back end of that so we rush around and load all the needed equipment, provisions and clothing into a laundry basket to haul … Continue reading Day Five: Swimming in that soul river
Last night, I arrived back to my guest suite at 7:30pm. I took a shower. I really needed it. My legs were caked with mud in spots. My hair hadn’t been washed for four days and was stiff from the salt water. I was exhausted but it was the best kind of tired—the physical tired … Continue reading Day 2: I move mountains
Things I want to spend time doing: Moving my bodyWritingConnecting with GodConnecting with RConnecting with family and friendsMaking a positive impact with my psychiatry work Ways I want to show up: WholeheartedWith integrityWith loveWith courage Things I am willing to do: Feel griefFeel lonelyFeel tiredBe kind to myself on days when I fail at the … Continue reading Resolutions
One of the last conversations I had with my Grandma Whipple was while we were standing in her kitchen. I had stopped by their house on my way to or from someplace for a quick hello. Grandma and Grandpa Whipple’s house was always quiet and relaxed. I would stop in at an hour too late … Continue reading Here’s to another year of climbing!
This week I’ve had the intention to find the temple inside of myself. I am really enamored with this idea that God is within me. That by knowing myself better, I will know God. Focusing on perceived distances from God will not bring me closer to him. It’s interesting. With how I’m approaching life now, … Continue reading Is there no other way?