The deepest pain is hardest to heal, lying buried in the dark behind walls no one sees. We work so hard to keep things contained in air-tight compartments that we don’t even realize we’re not breathing. Airing wounds is the only way to prevent infection, yet pain keeps truth locked up, tucked away for another day. The burden remains as a rampart of disconnection, keeping us from ourselves and from being in relationship with anything other than misery. Tending to wounds un

After a long and seemingly endless winter, spring has finally arrived, calling us back to life with its color and warmth. The time we longed for during the quiet winter months may now have us wondering if we have the energy this season demands. Springtime feels different when waiting for it to arrive than when living in its rapid change and growth. Two years ago, I planted a lilac bush that for the last few seasons has not yielded many blooms. I fretted over whether it had

All I saw at first glance was an insignificant snowfall that didn’t yield much. Looking closer, I saw that someone else used what was available to make something. Where I had seen the scarcity of “not enough,” someone else had asked, “What can I create from this?” In sitting with both these perspectives, I find myself asking where I have been living lately. Have I only been seeing the lack, the absence of what isn’t there, or have I looked beyond the surface to see possib