Possibility Conspiracywriting about spirituality, the science of being human, and living the biggest possible story for our lives
We are less like the plant drawn effortlessly toward the light of the sun, and more like the sailor straining to see the lighthouse beacon which will keep us on track and away from the rocks and destruction.
I’m honoring Lent again this year. This counter-cultural, odd celebration of the finite. I’m taking stock, giving up, looking within, and hoping for a deeper life until I become the ash and dust.