On Saturday, I led an afternoon retreat. Sixteen people gathered to meditate, reflect, and heal. The sharing was deep: losing loved ones, caregiving to parents and kids, feeling not enough, making career shifts, and reconnecting to emotions.
Hug the Wounded Kid Inside You
Keep Doing the Work
We often minimize our own goodness.
We assume others are more creative, more compassionate, more wise.
Recently, during a pastoral visit in prison, I sat with J—as I’ve done many times before. His life story is the hardest I’ve ever heard: relentless abuse, trauma, and loss. Yet somehow, he’s emerged transformed.
