Faith & Doubt

Ash Wednesday: not a day for giving up, but for leaning in to life. As well, the anniversary of my dad’s sudden death three years ago. This poem hits my heart…

Tonight… lighting Christmas Eve candles and singing “Silent Night” one day early, in these parts…  

I don’t know why it started, really. But over the years it’s become my evening ritual, shooting sunsets in Seattle over those majestic Olympic Mountains. There’s a wildness to the skies:

“…They will soar on wings like eagles, they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.”

Sometimes it seems there’s a global war in global health, with faith-based and secular organizations at each other’s throats: competing interests, differences in approaching medical treatment with – and without – a faith component, funding sources with – and without – religious strings attached.

[PLEASE NOTE: I’M IN THE PROCESS OF MIGRATING FROM ONE SITE TO ANOTHER; PHOTOS, TEXT, FONTS ARE ALL OVER THE PLACE! PLEASE BEAR WITH ME DURING THESE CHANGES — THANKS!–HH]…