The Spirit of the West Rides On
Like water, humanity is very good at leaking out and forcing its way through to some unknown in pursuit of something greater.
Like water, humanity is very good at leaking out and forcing its way through to some unknown in pursuit of something greater.
For my own sake, I have to close the door to those spirit worlds.
Without hesitation she said, “Oh my gosh, that is sooo Goggy.”
Whether I was in Georgia or Michigan, I could recite the Nicene Creed like I was back at home, sitting with my family in the third pew.
I scan the menu for a Moscow Mule—a good sign that I can order my beloved ginger beer.
I saw an interview with Billie Eilish where she reported pulling up the movie to cry on command, which is as good of an endorsement as you could ask for
If I had the dream marriage, dream house, and dream job, would I actually be happy?
In the world of machines and corporations, you can’t think, you can’t dream, you can’t pray.
I silently noted the tiles on the sidewalks, the salty flavor of miso soup, the glimpse of a persimmon tree behind the chapel.
I know how transformative it is to have an intentional community, to commit to not being alone together but being together together.