A Spiritual Journey Through Creativity
We moved a lot growing up - such is the life of pastor's kids. Although, to be fair, we didn't move nearly as much as some of my other PK friends. I remember 5 houses by the time I moved out on my own; my older brother probably remembers more. Since then, my parents have… Continue reading Home
When my sabbatical first began, I had a few days before we went to Boston. I was waiting for the next thing. When we got back from Boston, I had a few days before I went to Ghost Ranch. I was waiting for the next thing. Today I am home and there is no next… Continue reading The Real Day One
Before I made my way out to unsuccessfully hike Box Canyon, I asked the woman at the front desk about the Kitchen Mesa Trail. (I realize my error now – instead of asking about a trail I might do another day, it’s best to ask about the trail I’m going to hike today. Good to… Continue reading Free Day Hike, Part 2
On Thursday we were given the gift of a free day. I wanted to hike more so I figured I’d take on the Box Canyon trail. Here is the description: Continue past the Kitchen Mesa trail, the hogans and the upper irrigation pond. Follow trail signs up the canyon. At a small pool, cross the… Continue reading Free Day Hike, Part 1
Prior to my experience with the heart labyrinth this week, I think I’ve only walked a labyrinth one or two other times in my life. I may have attempted to walk one at Waycross Retreat center on a college retreat several years ago. However, I have a vague recollection of our youth minister giving us… Continue reading Spiritual Enough
Yesterday morning as I entered the heart labyrinth I knew I would need some breath prayer to keep me focused. The first one that came to mind was “Breathe on me, breath of God.” Breathe on me…breath of God…in…out…in…out. I would get distracted but I knew what I could come back to…Breathe on me…breath of… Continue reading Breath
I woke up before the sun this morning and couldn’t get back to sleep. I stayed in bed for another hour before finally deciding to get up and start my day. I was up before the sun. That rarely happens. Usually I let the sun gently wake me up. The sun is one of my… Continue reading Thank You
I flew yesterday. September 11, 2016. 15 years later. When I first made my reservations I felt a little odd about it, but then I remembered fear doesn’t rule my life – or at least I don’t want it to. So, I went forward with my plans. Indianapolis to Dallas, all was well. Dallas to… Continue reading Interruptions
When I go for walks I often wonder what’s going on in the houses I’m passing. Hopefully I don’t come across as creepy or nosey when I gaze a little too long into the front window while waiting for Denali to finish her business. I’m just curious. I wonder who lives there and if they… Continue reading Tiny Houses
My first pet post is not about Denali. I know, I'm shocked too. Denali's own post will come soon enough, but there's so much to say about her - I need to spend some extra time thinking about how I want to compose her post. Gus, however, is an easy one to write about since… Continue reading Gus
Anne Brock 