The other day, I was chatting with someone when it happened—that familiar tightening I hadn’t felt in a while. My fists were clenched. My shoulders were high. My mind felt foggy and overworked. And suddenly I recognized it. My body was telling me something it has told me before. The feeling was eerily similar to the mental exhaustion I carried during the height of COVID. Not the same circumstances, not the same level of isolation—but the same deep weariness that comes from wo

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How can congregations weather the liminal space of discerning their future? I’ve been thinking a lot about healthy discernment for...

God shows up - in the midst of the unknowing – right in the midst of chaos. When I was Ordained, Bishop Hoshibata placed his hands on my...

How a new succulent garden gave me new eyes to see hope in my midst.