On Spiritual Bypassing, Uncomfortable Truths and The Courage to Speak Up
There is a particular kind of loneliness that can show up in grief - not because you are alone, but because you are surrounded by people who have not yet met it. Last night, I sat at a dinner table for six with strangers, ironically all of us attending the same spiritual conference. Two married couples and me. Kind faces. Easy conversation. Shared intention. And beside me, an empty chair - literally and figuratively, in all the ways that matter. The space where Jon would have
Another Trip Around The Sun
Today marks another trip around the sun. Sixty-nine of them, apparently. One short of 70. Which feels impossible, because in many ways I still feel like the girl squinting toward the horizon asking, “What’s that?” When I look back, the landscape of my life is anything but simple. There were childhood years shaped by fear and confusion, living under the shadow of a narcissistic mother and abusive stepfather whose cruelty left marks that took decades to understand and even long
