Hi. I'm Rachel from Tennessee, a mid-forties mother of three learning how to live well in the long, loving gaze of God. Authentic relationships, listening well, and savoring Nature are a few of my core values/fuels. As an Enneagram Four I'm learning to go lightly with my own rising and falling, and what a difference [...]
Morning comes and I strike a match to begin the day with an act of faith The small, silent flame my symbol of your existence. It’s been years now since this morning-time filled journal pages with questions answered, scriptures illumined, dreams interpreted, hope realized. So many words. It was easy then to believe you loved [...]
This fall, I begin the second of a two-year program to become a Spiritual Director. If your background touches any Catholic or Anglican traditions, you’ve likely heard of Spiritual Direction and things are clicking into place. If not, you might be puzzled as to why you’ve never heard of this. That was me just a few [...]
Isn’t it the time of year when you get the hamster wheel feeling? Me too. Revisiting this (most viewed) post today to find true north and return to joy. I’d love to hear how you keep your heart alive when the laundry becomes your undoing?
Every day is the same – shop, cook, dishes, laundry. Sweep, wipe, scrub, pick up. All the papers, all the arguments, all the scheduling, all the homework. Do you ever feel like the monotony will swallow you whole? Do you ever feel reduced to servitude – pointless, unseen, neverending? Do you get bombarded with the voices like I do?
Most of my life is spent doing thankless work that will be undone hours – if not minutes – later. Maybe my days are just pointless.
I am stuck. I have no choice.
I am invisible. I am not getting paid for this.
Why must everyone make so many messes?
Why don’t they consider my time and effort?
Sometimes it feels like…
I’m a slave in my own home.
I’ve been working on displacing these hopeless voices with positive ones that treat me much better. In the process I’m finding a…
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The Quakers say it this way, when a member of the community comes to an impasse. When way closes, way will open. Such beauty and mystery in six small words. They resonate in my soul as truth, although I can't quite explain them. Sometimes the melody is sweet and hopeful; other times frustrating, clanging. How might one [...]