I’m looking forward to the continued story. Also (surprise, surprise…) I related hard to your description of your young contemplative self. I remember feeling that way long before I had words for it. 💙
At the school where I work, our CEO often starts our professional development sessions with 5 minutes of silence. It's amazing how much it settles our hearts and minds. Such a needed practice in our speedy lives. I love hearing more about your childhood, can't wait for part 2!
This is the first time I’ve read one of your Shalomsick articles. Though I can’t delve into it sufficiently at this point, it brought a degree of inspiration I haven’t found in many of the “Christian” posts with which I’ve been familiar. I’ve always had a deep admiration for those who have relocated to another country, had to learn a new language, and discovered the process to be more enriching in the long run. Best wishes and Shalom
I’m looking forward to the continued story. Also (surprise, surprise…) I related hard to your description of your young contemplative self. I remember feeling that way long before I had words for it. 💙
I think we might’ve been friends, no?
I really hope so. 💙
At the school where I work, our CEO often starts our professional development sessions with 5 minutes of silence. It's amazing how much it settles our hearts and minds. Such a needed practice in our speedy lives. I love hearing more about your childhood, can't wait for part 2!
Oh, I love that. Such a simple, small practice that’s so generous to us individually and communally.
This is the first time I’ve read one of your Shalomsick articles. Though I can’t delve into it sufficiently at this point, it brought a degree of inspiration I haven’t found in many of the “Christian” posts with which I’ve been familiar. I’ve always had a deep admiration for those who have relocated to another country, had to learn a new language, and discovered the process to be more enriching in the long run. Best wishes and Shalom
Thank you for reading it, Yürz, and for sharing some of your thoughts and feelings. I'm grateful you stopped by.
Beautiful as always, Tasha. Thank you for sharing this piece of your childhood.
Thank you for reading it, and for your words, Kristin.