This is one of my early poems, about jumping off the ‘ministry train’ and how I landed…
In which I give myself permission to create…
In which I discuss how prayer and Bible study became highly problematic…
In which breakdowns are contagious, and a poem describes the utter isolation of depression.
Who knew what I’d find inside my scary green box?
In which I hit bottom….again.
Here’s a light bit of whimsy with a useful lesson hidden inside.
Thank you to all my well-wishers and a funny birthday song to share with your friends.
In this third article, I discuss the impact of accumulated grief and ageing — a heavy combination.
This poem could accompany my third Turn, Turn,Turn post: A Time to Plant and a Time to Uproot.