Tag Archives: spirituality

Pain, The Gift

Pain has a way of breaking us open, allowing space for us to see through the veneer at who we truly are. We grow numb to the world; cold like porcelain— but then, suddenly, pain reminds us we are alive. Pain strikes the nerve; its force and imposition felt like a live wire. Pain remindsContinue reading “Pain, The Gift”

The Unfinished Attic

By: Gabriela Yareliz The current dropping temperatures and howling wind remind me of winter as a kid. I would take my favorite Christmas catalog and set a cushion or pillow by the heater vent on the floor (old Northern houses), and I would bring a blanket and get cozy and read. Every girl or dollContinue reading “The Unfinished Attic”

Daring to be Alive

By: Gabriela Yareliz There has been so much pain and heaviness this month. I have wanted to come close and write but have sort of been at a loss for words. The attack on Israel on October 7 was horrific to watch. Hostages are still being held and away from their loved ones. I couldContinue reading “Daring to be Alive”

Bigger

By: Gabriela Yareliz “‘Aslan,’ said Lucy, ‘you’re bigger.’ ‘That’s is because you are older, little one,’ he answered. ‘Not because you are?’ ‘I am not. But every year you grow, you will find me bigger.’” Prince Caspian, C.S. Lewis I loved this passage from C.S. Lewis. It made me reflect on how God is alwaysContinue reading “Bigger”

Optional

By: Gabriela Yareliz I was on a coaching call this week, and I heard something that hit me, deep. On these coaching calls, people share things they are struggling with to be coached live. I don’t remember what was being shared, but I do remember the coach’s response: “Shame is optional.” I found that toContinue reading “Optional”

The Gift

By: Gabriela Yareliz Today, I got in an Uber with a driver who was probably on FaceTime with someone because as I got into the car and buckled up, I heard a woman cough. He then coughed seconds later to cover it up. He wasn’t fooling anyone. I am not sure why he needed to.Continue reading “The Gift”

Fixated on Hope

This holy silent Sabbath on Easter weekend has a powerful message for us all. This morning, I heard a priest say, “We must look at the cross and dare to find beauty in it.” Not only should we look at Christ’s cross and find beauty in it, but we should look at our own crossContinue reading “Fixated on Hope”

Tradition

Sometimes, we yearn deeply for tradition. We ache for it. But maybe the fact that we feel it so deeply reminds us that it is inside of us and always there. We carry it wherever we go. It is a piece of who we are.

Seen on the Train

I am on the train today. It is actually moving. Yesterday morning was a whole different story. I literally had to walk through a train tunnel and climb out and find a way to get to court. Today, the train is moving. There is a man taking up almost the whole bench, and he isContinue reading “Seen on the Train”