QUESTIONS OF CALLING
unearthing beauty, mining meaning, and seeking truth
This is a place for anyone who wants more, who is not content to be comfortable, who seeks a life of truth and meaning, not just happiness.
Here, we ask hard questions, tell true stories, and turn life inside out to unearth the ragged beauty within.
I’m honored to have you to join me.
Beauty in the Unexpected
If you’re like me, you rely daily on an illusion of control. For most of us, the last five months have shattered that illusion.
This week I did some searching, and amidst the muck of unexpected difficulties and the slime of impossible decisions, I found some unexpected beauty and meaning blossoming—flowers fertilized by all the sh*t we have been wading through, blooms I never would have seen if all had gone according to my plan.
Here is what I found.
Blind and Powerless: the Condition of Labor and Life
I learned a new term yesterday: prodromal labor.
I started noticing regular if mild contractions around 12 pm. Around 3, we started prepping for labor, just after I took this picture. By 6, they had been about 6 minutes apart for hours, but they still weren’t very strong. By 9 pm, they decreased and then stopped altogether. After 9 hours of contractions, the show was over.