Red Tent Living

reframing femininity

sticky-marchFor March, Red Tent Living is reflecting on the following phrase “Miracles Can Happen” We invite you to join us, or to consider exploring the idea further with a Red Tent Dinner.

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Welcome to Red Tent Living

Welcome to what is slowly unfolding as Red Tent Living!  Continue reading “Welcome to Red Tent Living”

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Below, you’ll find the latest from the Red Tent Women. We invite you to ponder, comment, and share. Above all, we hope you’ll take part.

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Take A Step For A Change

Eleven years ago I took my first step on the wellness journey by meeting with a spiritual director.  I believed that wellness was a destination and with a little help, I could get from here to there.  Continue reading “Take A Step For A Change”

In The Miracle Business

I am in the miracle business.

By which I mean to say, the kind that requires prayer and a whole lot of hope. Continue reading “In The Miracle Business”

A Life Giving Exchange

“Mom, do you think miracles still happen?”  “I do, why?”  “Because I really need one. Continue reading “A Life Giving Exchange”

The Miracle of Brokeness

A vintage commercial runs through my mind and I laugh. Miracles can happen. Continue reading “The Miracle of Brokeness”

But You Are Still Good.

I’m in a bible study this semester and one of the assignments was to write a Psalm. We had to think about who God is, who we are, and the things we are thinking about God. Continue reading “But You Are Still Good.”


One of my most loved, and at the same time, most hated parts of the experiences I had at Recovery Weeks was the excursion at the end of the week. Continue reading “Remember”

Heaven at Hand

Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards.

–Søren Kierkegaard

He was in the intensive care unit when he picked up the phone and dialed. He needed a way out. He was going down the list, trying numbers. Continue reading “Heaven at Hand”

Signs and Wonders.

Ash Wednesday.

A chalked smearing of celebration tasted—now absent, ached for, and anticipated. Continue reading “Signs and Wonders.”

I Didn’t See This Coming!

I waited outside the door. My foster children would soon finish their visit with their parents. It had been a month since the kids had been removed. Continue reading “I Didn’t See This Coming!”

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