Say something to someone.

You are worth fighting for.

A poem for all who have lost so much to the fires.

For everyone who’s ever felt like they aren’t.

It takes courage to walk where you are walking. To even stand. Well done.

We come because water sings the song of your heart.

So much good invites your “yes”. This is a poem to bless your release into it.

It’s time for Soul Shelter to have a mascot: Matilda (whose Germanic name means “warrior”)! She’s all nicked up, but that doesn’t stop her from swimming toward a better future, determined not to give up hope.

Can we let the tug-of-war between fear and hope - the struggle of not knowing - be as it is?

Where do you find rest when life feels hard?

A rich resource to tap into. Don’t miss out.

Perhaps your dear heart finds itself facing both the vast emptiness of what may never be, and the stark reality of what actually is.

A poem, reflecting on the Monterey Park mass shooting.

As I walk around in the slowness of my grief, doing the heart work as it arises, I trust that the One who loves me will bring healing in its time. I trust that this will be true for you too.

The dust does not define you. You are God's beloved child, worthy of love and respect. Always.

Such a moment can shake the dust off of our hearts and help us see a little more clearly. Pain can make it easy to miss.

Simple moments of beauty can pour healing into your heart.

I thought of you, and of the ways your tears gather themselves together in your heart, comforting each other.

Fragile containers of the Holy are we.

Its dynamic movement arcs toward hope, inviting us to welcome what is, and to dream of all that can be.