“The mountains are calling and I must go.” – John Muir (also on one of Teri’s favorite shirts) After visiting Muir Rock for the first time since 2017, I reflect on grief, slowing down, finding balance, and finding meaning in unexpected places.

Feeling tired lately. After a full May, I’ve been slowing down, simplifying, and sitting with some harder questions. A friend asked what I’m looking forward to, and I didn’t have an answer. Maybe this season is about recovery. Letting go of old stuff. Making space to listen. To myself, to others, to God. June gloom isn’t just the weather right now. It’s where I am. And maybe that’s okay.

It’s been 26 months since Teri passed, and I’m learning that doing hard things isn’t always about pushing through and doing more. It’s about slowing down, letting go, and being honest. In this post, I reflect on grief, a quiet moment with my mom from our wedding (because of Mother's day), and how rest can be its own kind of courage. This is where I am now, and maybe you can relate too.

My therapist is right again... What's going on with me these days and why do I do crazy things like accidentally schedule two races on the same weekend and just deal with It? I want to be seen. And that's also why I'm back to writing here on a Sunday afternoon. This is way of having my own therapy session without having to pay for it. Oh well.

On my flight to Atlanta, I started to wonder: what if I could visit Teri in heaven, just for a little bit, and come back to talk about it?

Christian life is a journey toward love, growing in love, expanding in our ability to love, surrendering our hearts to love...