Conversations on the Journey
Every person’s journey is different, from trauma to healing, from betrayal to finding a way to trust again. On days there were bus delays due to weather, my mother, sister and I used to sit in the early morning hours, and talk over hot tea–one of my few and cherished memories of us together.
Consider this an invitation for you to join me in our own tea and conversation, and explore not only the things that hurt us and the things that heal, but the hurting in our world and our hope for it.
Are you ready? Pull up a chair and make yourself comfortable. I’ll put the kettle on.
~ demian
Quiet morning, distant call of a lone bird, a pause…and then an answer. Low, almost imperceptible trill of insects hidden somewhere within the green, the staccato of a dog bark punctuating the silence. I sit in the breezeway soaking up solitude like the cats soak up the sun. It’s been a whirlwind. First dealing with […]
Today I leave for Washington, D.C. for the 25th Anniversary Tiananmen Square Memorial. I am still massively fatigued, as I have been for a number of weeks now. I hate it when I’m like this. Seems to happen in cycles, always tired, but certain triggers — either getting physically sick or psychologically triggered — will […]
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