Reflections

Thresholds. Seasons. Small signs of becoming.

This is the rhythm of the reflections you’ll find here—poems, prayers, journaled questions, and short essays drawn from the everyday textures of vocation, justice, and spiritual life.

I write from a place shaped by years of teaching, caregiving, theological inquiry, and quiet listening—often with a dog curled beside me or a candle burning on my desk. These reflections are part of what I call poetic theology—not doctrine dressed in metaphor, but language shaped by breath, memory, silence, and the sacred work of noticing.

You’ll find pieces organized by themes:

• Poetry that dwells with grief, hope, and the liturgy of the ordinary
• Writing on vocation, teaching, and theological education
• Prayer as presence, protest, and quiet holding
• Spirituality in all its embodied and evolving forms

This is not a blog in the traditional sense. It’s a gathering space. A listening space. A threshold.

Thank you for meeting me here.