Spirituality – Bespoke

The Winter of Our Unsettled Season

It was a tough year to be human in 2020. I mentioned this in passing to our cat, Boo, and

2020 April 5 I left for college my freshman year driving a Pontiac crammed with Advent stereo speakers

March 28 Questions of priority and sanity are framed in stark relief by cataclysm. For instance, “Why is it easier

These are strange days. The earth doesn’t seem to be spinning as fast, yet the moon rises and we rest

Lately I’ve been feeling like I’m 14 years old. Which is my typical maturity level, but no, I’m referring to

People ask me, “What are you doing in Denver?” I tell them I’m helping Karen Taylor and Tammy Ross cook

Karen and I were driving through Wisconsin farmland a couple of years ago, and I was overcome by pastoral splendor

“I was born at home and my family gave the money we saved by not going to the hospital to the church building fund.”

Madison Holroyd

Word. Word is a strange word…the longer you stare at it, the odder it becomes. Stranger still is the

Last summer my friend Bob and I were in Denver at a fly fishing outfitter admiring the gear and clothing.