cultivating the beautiful ordinary by sharing our tales and our tables
The first time I heard the words ”comfort zone” was in my Sunday school class back in the late 1970’s. It was presented to me in the context that if I was living in that zone I was most likely not risking for Jesus. I remember feeling uncomfortable and vulnerable just sitting there as those…
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“But now there is one more invitation: to let go of the last handhold-the handhold of the self we have created in response to the wounds of our life in an imperfect world-and freefall into what seems like the utter silence of the void.” -Ruth Haley Barton I knew these words were for me.
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It was my high school German teacher, Herr Wooden, who, upon my graduating, brought to my attention that I take life too seriously.
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Being present is a struggle for me. Growing up in a chaotic and angry home, being present wasn’t safe. I hid.
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