Dogs & Doxology:
Stories of Nature, Hope, & Beauty

Forest Walks
A healthy grove of old growth redwoods creates a canopy, a roof of soft filtered light, like walking into a high-vaulted cathedral with glass windows all around. The dampened sound arrests me, making me pause, speak quietly, and listen. The woody perfume fills the air with a heavenly earthy incense.

Stability Is Not Immobility
Stillness is not simply the lack of movement. It is an active force. Progress doesn’t always progress. Stability is costly. Rootedness to a place requires intentional effort over a long time.

Compassionate Creating through Kintsugi
As we fit the pieces back together with care and attention, we graciously hold these parts of our story. As we rebuild the pottery, we recognize that our story is still unfolding and that we are invited to actively participate in the creative process. And as we notice the beauty that emerges from the repair, we look for the beauty that is emerging from our own stories.

The Soul is Like a Wild Animal
The soul behaves like those wild brush rabbits, knowing its vulnerability in the presence of others, hiding instinctively in its homely bramble. Patience and gentleness can begin to call it out, teaching it through experience that it can safely reveal itself.

The Ignatian Journey
We all hit seasons of life when we question what we were made for. How did I get here? What am I doing and why? Like Ignatius, we are forced to let go of childhood dreams and walk a new, undefined path.

Reflections on the Crosstown Trail
People come across our paths and walk with us for a time. Some stay til the end and others diverge onto other paths. But every accompaniment of another carries significance, propelling us onward, bringing us hope and delight in the present moment.

Nurse Logs—A Lesson on Death and New Life
It’s our dreams that most often die. The new and exciting job that we worked so hard for turns out to be hugely disappointing. The marriage we entered into with such hopeful expectation dies slowly or suddenly. The dream of having children. Finding a partner. Good health. Mobility. Financial security. Like a tree falling over, we feel the painful thud as it hits the forest floor.

We Aren’t Designed to “Lone Ranger” Life
“I’m done. I’m giving up.”
No “Hello.” No “Thanks for asking.” Just raw, honest emotion. The journey had beat her up and she had nothing left to give.

Do You Want to Camino with Me?
Stop and go. Rest and work. Inhale and exhale. Celebrate and lament. These were the natural rhythms that led to flourishing on this pilgrimage.