The Welsh have a word that possesses no definite translation: hiraeth. Roughly, it means: missing something, longing for places and spaces that feel like home. It is a word heavy with sound, breath, beauty, and meaning. I’m reminded once again how impoverished the English language is, how careless. What’s worse, we English-speakers don’t even care about its poverty. We’re content…
How do I stay curious about the people in front of me who act out in ways that are violent and destructive? I don’t want to. I don’t believe I should be forced to. I am supposed to write something inspirational about curiosity this week, but after the news of the shootings in Christchurch, NZ, I can’t seem to publish…
Hey friends, You may have noticed some changes happening on Reluctant Mysticism. Check out the new theme and the new pages! Thanks to your support, I’m pursuing ways to help make this writing/blogging passion more a part of my career life. I’ll keep blogging about engaging our spirituality and faith practices after difficult times, while hopefully offering more…
I wrote a blog post for The Boost Collaborative Breakfast Club on the need to mentor youth in the spiritual discipline of deeper listening. By helping kids to want to create safer spaces and to want to listen to the people around them, we can support their efforts in navigating a increasingly polarized world filled with rhetoric. Check it out……
It’s inevitable. No matter what we believe or what we stand for, someone will invariably disagree with us. Sometimes it’s over petty life stuff. Obviously the correct way to replace the toilet paper roll is OVER — it’s just common sense — but there are strange folks out there who think that the proper way to replace the roll us…
