The Practice–Journey to Healing the Wounded Masculine

One day recently, I decided to play my guitar. So, I strummed it for about fifteen minutes and then put it away–nothing unusual except that I had not practiced in a long while. Then that night I woke up with my right hand twisted around my thumb. The next morning I noticed my swollen andContinue reading “The Practice–Journey to Healing the Wounded Masculine”

Spiritual Essay–Faith & Chaos

I encountered faith often when I lived in between homes. And while I cannot speak for millions of homeless people who sleep on couches of strangers and friends; I cannot speak for people who live in cars or run down trailers or on the street or in shelters, faith plays a role in all ofContinue reading “Spiritual Essay–Faith & Chaos”