Timing is Everything: A Morning of Labyrinths

Today is the second day of a road trip I'm taking to western New York. I spent most of the day yesterday driving through the rain, and thinking about what I would be doing the rest of this trip. My goal is to find, and walk, labyrinths. By the end of yesterday, I knew that … Continue reading Timing is Everything: A Morning of Labyrinths

After the Storm

This morning I left my house, not knowing where I was going. All I knew was this: I was going to head north on a particular state highway, at least at first. I was probably going to drive all day. This was the first day of a several-day trip. One of the goals of this … Continue reading After the Storm

The Summer of 2011

This is one in a series of posts about the summers of my life. It has seemed for years that my depression gets worse in the summer, and I'm looking for patterns to discern why that might be. The summer of 2011 was a time when I was looking for something new. I felt stuck, … Continue reading The Summer of 2011

The Summer of 2012

I'm looking back on past summers in my life, exploring a theory that my depression gets seasonally worse in the summer each year. Throughout the summer of 2012, I was in a call process, which is the funny Evangelical Lutheran Church in America way of saying I was interviewing at a new church. Call processes … Continue reading The Summer of 2012

The Summer of 2015

During the month of August, I am writing about past summers in my life, an attempt to shine some light on why my depression seems to be worse during the summer each year. I've been heading backwards in this blog series, focusing on an earlier year each post. Now I'm at four years ago, and … Continue reading The Summer of 2015

The Summer of 2018

For the next month or so, I want to write about the summers in my life. I have discerned that my depression is often at a low point during the summer, which could be connected to some “small-t traumas” I have experienced throughout my life during the summer. And yet, despite that, I know that … Continue reading The Summer of 2018

Forty-Nine

I think the first time I heard the phrase "49th parallel" was while listening to the 1993 song "The Lazy Boy" by Moxy Früvous. "The Lazy Boy" is a song about the United States (maybe?), sung from the standpoint of Canadians. The song contains odd lyrics comparing furniture to countries, such as "I put my … Continue reading Forty-Nine