One of Anne Lamott’s friends said mournfully that he’d lived his life like the professor on Gilligan’s Island. While he found time to fashion generators out of palm fronds, vaccines out of algae, he never got down to fixing that huge hole in the boat so he could go home. Then Lamont asks, “How many … More The Hole in the Soul
I hear voices. You hear voices, too. Most of the time these voices are echoes of the past. Something my mother told me. Something my father once said. Then there’s that tiny voice inside my head that wants to speak for me. It tries to keep me bottled up in shame. “Remember when you ______________” … More How Does God Talk?
My heart is a mysterious island with high walls to keep you out. There’s no beach where you can land. I’ve even posted a few “No Trespassing” signs. Because I’m terrified of intimacy. I’m afraid you will judge and criticize me. Maybe use my honesty against me, or you might reject me, causing even greater … More Let Go of Your Ego-Protection
Over the last few years I have settled into a place of shame. I compare myself to others. What am I supposed to be? What am I expected to be? I despise myself for not having more success and for not having a greater impact on my community. This leads me to feelings of guilt … More The Zacchaeus Trap