A tree against red rocks in a snowstorm.

I believe largely in a symmetrical universe. To match higher highs, there are lower lows. Brighter lights offset deeper shadows. This balance may not be evenly distribute in an individual life, but If you expand the scope of human experience, this seems to be borne out.

The challenge of trauma is that it seems to throw this view of the universe out of balance. In the isolated experience of great (and seemingly unprovoked) suffering, we can suddenly find ourselves believing the moral compass of the universe itself is tilted to one side.

The feeling that follows trauma is that there…


As the civilized world wobbles off its axis, we start to see patterns reflect off our whirling society like the sparkles of a disco ball that had never quite shone on us this way before. New lights catch our attention.

With the coronavirus and BLM protests in America, we see two major conflicts brewing between the interests of humanity and the interests of wealth. It is complex of course, as the very economic systems that allow us to build vaccines are the ones we need to halt to stop the spread of the virus. …


A phrase bubbled up out of the primordial ooze of my semi-conscious morning mind the other day when I was doing dishes after breakfast.

“The most difficult thing in life is to hold that which you believe is truly beautiful without possessing it.”

To see that which we believe is beautiful from afar is an easy thing. We are innately conscious of the gaps we cannot reach across.

To possess, to feel ownership, to lie quietly in the fallacy that a thing or a person or our own reason will always be with us, is also easy. Our entire world…


A cherry blossom on a bare branch.

Today we are looking at trailers stacked with bodies of the unburied dead in New York. Disturbing video on the news how many people have died without emergency workers or families even having a moment to pause and mark the passing. It is eerily reminiscent of another tragic day nearly two decades ago when we all sat transfixed by news from New York that threatened to stop the world as we knew it.

The day of the 9/11 terrorist attacks was one of the most disturbing in American history. Beyond the loss of life, the horrific pain, destruction and rending…


And just like that, the hurtling, boiling, noisy world stops. We look at one another and shrug. The unstoppable engine of commerce was suddenly switched off. Maybe a pangolin tripped on the cord and pulled it out of the wall.

It leaves us all wondering what we do now. We will, of course, have to restart the economy. But, when we do, we have the chance to ask ourselves … who do we start it for?

Will we start it back up for the same voices on Wall Street? Barking loudly and then running in a panic like small dogs…


The founding of this country, and the irresistible dream that attracted so many is not the allure of limitless, indolent riches … it was the freedom from servitude, from the injustice of all forms of slavery.

Part of the American dream must always be that it honors the essential dignity of every individual. It was the abolition of class-based society that forms the beating heart of what was to be built here. But there is a twist … this freedom must be a birthright, not simply a reward for those who fight hard enough.

What we did not know was…


It is hard to tell in winter which trees are merely waiting and which have died. All stand together in the darkness and snow, bones of the forest all stripped alike. It is only when the spring comes, with its enlivening call that the two become distinct, the enduring and the departed.

So it is with souls. It is not in the winter of life, in the cold and unforgiving hours that you can tell whether a soul is merely waiting or if it has stopped drawing up life into itself and hardened with the slow, soft crackling like the…


Many humans, and Christians in particular, can be averse to the thought of being separated from our own kind. To go out of the circle, away from the fire, and look into the night is something we rarely seek, and often outright dread.

Still, there is an inexorable call away from the group. Often we shout it down or shrug off the thought tapping at our shoulder to get out attention. We find ways to shuffle closer to the center, linking arms and lives tightly with those around us to keep from being pulled away. …


Stars are held together by the perfect balance of two forces, one pushing out, the other crushing in.

Lives are no different. The bright possibility of the soul in this short life is the outward expansion of dreams and hopes paired delicately against the relentless pressures of life closing in around us. It is the wild expansive force of hope glowing under the pressure of our lives.

Just like stars, when these pressures lose their balance, the steady light of our lives falls out of balance. In the rare and fleeting moments when the pressure inside becomes too great, some…


In the time I spent in the Evangelical church, I heard a lot about relating to God, about holiness, about worship and response. All of these things are true, of course, in that context. If you choose the path of Christ, those will all be part of your life.

Where I and many around me were in error was believing that sort of holiness was a finite, dispensed resource. …

Jason Fleming

Colorado dwelling designer at Convey Studio. Lover of nature, well-crafted things and snow.

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