When the Old Trail Still Feels Like Home I’ve hiked trails enough times that I no longer have to think much about them. I know where the roots cross the path, where the rock gets slick near the creek, which […]
Sometimes someone says something so simple that it stops you in your tracks. There’s no polished language, carefully constructed insight, or attempt to sound profound. Just a sentence. Today at Cedar Ridge, I was talking with one of the residents […]
The weeds had not taken over the parking lot all at once. They arrived quietly; one seed carried by the wind, one green stem pushing through a hairline crack, one neglected edge stretching a little farther across the pavement. No […]
A while back, someone told me they didn’t think I was emotionally intelligent. The comment caught me off guard. Not because I believe I’ve mastered emotional intelligence. Far from it. I still get things wrong. I become overwhelmed. I retreat […]
Somewhere along ten miles of trail, a conversation about faith wandered into deeper country. I don’t remember exactly what led us there. That’s often how the most honest conversations happen on a trail. You start by talking about the weather, […]
Some days, the most important thing we build isn’t a trail, a fire pit, or even a program. Sometimes, we build a memory that should have existed years ago. Today was one of those days. I spent the morning supervising […]
Somewhere along the trail of growing up, many of us learned how to say, I’m sorry. We learned the words. We learned the posture. We learned how to look down at our shoes, mumble through the moment, and wait for […]
We were driving home from an unsuccessful shopping trip, my daughter and I, carrying the small disappointment of an errand that did not give us what we hoped it would. It was one of those ordinary moments that somehow becomes […]
The Lesson Hidden in the Pack Today was one of those days that felt like it had been hiding a lesson in its pack the whole time. I took Ben, Ella, and Ben’s friend Tyler hiking just outside of Harpers […]
There is a kind of person who stops on the trail after conflict and looks back. Not because they are weak. Not because they are guilty of everything. Not because they enjoy pain. But because something in them wants to […]
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