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exhaled.

My shallow breathing is evidence of lack of trust in God. When we breathe in a shallow way, the body remains in a cyclical state of stress—our stress causing shallow breathing and our shallow breathing causing stress.

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Old Year’s Night-This Year, There Will Be Fire

Having finally begun understanding whom I was in God, I began changing. Eviscerated, ground to fine dust, demolished beyond recognition, with nothing more than the salt from my own tears, I shed like an old skin the shards of what was. There was no more of me. And in the absence, after so many years, there was finally room for God. It was the time of my EVOLUTION. Evolution, however, was not the end of the story. The rest of the story will be told in the revelation of my 2019 One Word.

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How to survive anything, and I mean anything.

I am comfortable with Maya Angelou’s characterization Father/Mother/God for several reasons, not the least of which is that some days I need a Father Figure, others the Compassion of a fierce and Omnipotent Mother, and other days when it does not matter.
God is so much bigger than any box we could conceive.

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Lamentations

The sad reality about America the Beautiful is that we are divided.
Until we address the pain American racism continues to cause, to ignore it, particularly in the wake of such carnage, and in a church no less is, as Jon Stewart so beautifully put it, is to ignore "the nexus of a just gaping racial wound that will not heal, yet we pretend doesn’t exist."