Top Posts of 2015

Each year I look back at my blog posts, I am less and less surprised at which topics are well received. We as a society seem to need to talk about death and sex. We are getting curious about mindfulness and intentionality and defining less as more. These are things I think and write about. I’m also learning that the things I am most interested in, I write about in a way others find interesting. This year, in addition to rituals, bodies and mindfulness, I’m most interested in my little son, Simon, and when I write about him, others tune in and connect. So, in case you missed them, below is the most read post from each of my three blogs, my personal blog, Enough, and Keeping Faith Today respectively:

A Brief Sampling of Notes from Mommyland 0-8 months:

SimonSimon gets fussy playing on daddy’s tummy, and I reach out and take him. We press cheeks together and rock a bit on the carpeted floor. He takes a big sigh and relaxes into me. We rock on the faded brown chair, with him sitting in the crook of my arm. His fingers lightly press into my forearm on either side. We walk a bit, and stop so he can stare out the window into the back yard. With my lips against his cheek, I can see his blue eye shining in his profile. I bounce him a bit on the blue exercise ball, his chin propped on my shoulder, tired eyes, soft hair caressing my face, or the other way around. We rock each other. He slowly turns his head and finds his favorite resting place, wedged in between my right collarbone and jaw. My fingers cradle his head. Eventually, after a few deep breaths of his smell, I walk him up to his nursery slowly, swaddle him, and press our cheeks together one last time to offer him a few loving hushes to sleep. Read more…

Extravagant Wastefulness:

text2I dropped my phone in the toilet at the perfect moment.

I was working with eighth graders on the topic of social media, identifying the good of technology as well as the need to unplug and enforce some strategic self-restrictions.Concurrently, I had not been walking the walk, instead feeling particularly frantic and busy brained, a feeling that I despise. So when, plop, I heard my phone fall out of my back pocket into the toilet, I shook my head and started to laugh. Of course. Good. This is actually exactly what I needed. Read more…

Snapshots of Grief:

communityA week ago, the youth team was informed that a tenth grader in our church community took his own life. We immediately started getting calls and texts from high schoolers and parents alike saying, “We have to do something. What are we going to do?” We decided to gather as a community a few days before the funeral. Read more…