It is a regular practice of mine to pause and bear witness to sacred treasures hidden in plain sight. Treasures that offer substance and healing. This is where I talk about them.
I have a lot of questions and wonder about the beauty, grief, hope, and joy that paint this world.
Welcoming wonder and awe with our feet on the ground and our eyes to the sky.
Grassroots theology from an Afro-Peruvian girl living as an undocumented citizen in Turtle Island. Ramblings on finding Spirit in the wind, which is to say ever present.
Finding treasure in what the church (and the world) call trash.