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Womb of Winter

All begins in darkness. In silence. In cold. In the beginning, there was light eventually but the Spirit hovered over the waters in darkness. While the chaos waters — tehom — raged about Her, I somehow enter the scene with the raging on mute. There’s silence. And it always feels cold. Creation feels cold to…

Tehom: Room for Chaos?

You separated the chaos waters in the beginning. Tehom. You separated but did did not destroy. Why? If chaos was before the beginning, and chaos was what kept the beginning from sparking, why did you not simply evaporate chaos? Why was it only separated from us and not obliterated? I wonder. I tread these overgrown…

“And this is the strangest of all paradoxes of the human adventure; we live inside all experience, but we are permitted to bear witness only to the outside. Such is the riddle of life and the story of the passing of our days.” -Howard Thurman The Spirit’s movement that nudges me into the quietest spaces…

Siren Song

I knew it was coming. I prepared myself for the upheaval. Then it happened. And I felt myself tumbling down the coldest kind of rabbit hole. And the tumbling has not stopped. All seminarians at Lutheran Theological Seminary in Saskatoon are required to complete one basic unit of Clinical Pastoral Education at an approved hospital…