Hello community!

We are asking for more support for this fundraiser. Due to the extreme cold expected to linger in the Twin Cities for the next several days, we are seeing a huge need to help provide hot meals to unhoused people. Please help us continue to support our immigrant businesses!

Checking in from MN to say I’m here. I‘m angry.
I‘m grieved for my community.
I want ICE gone and the occupation of our cities to end.

I live in a suburb where ICE is active, but the bulk of what you’re seeing in videos is not by me. I’m finding ways to help, speaking up, & speaking up some more.

Twin Cities friends: Any places you know of that host regular worship nights or something similar?

I’m switching churches and won’t be able to sing in the church choir anymore. My days are more joyful when I have a musical outlet!

There are no winners in war.

God, have mercy on our souls.

Some days I fear that I have no personality, but a collection of trauma responses masquerading as a personality…in a trench coat, as that meme goes.

Last week, I listened to a therapist’s podcast and she reframed the “who would I have been” question so beautifully:

Why did so many of us pick up the tradition of making funeral potatoes on Resurrection Sunday…of all days? 🤔

Happy Easter, friends. He is risen!!

Catching up on life with random thoughts in no particular order:

Watching all of this evil and money worship from inside America is indescribable.

Speak up. Make the unjust uncomfortable. Overcome evil with RADICAL goodness and love.

Hi friends! If this day is a difficult one for you for any reason, whether it be grief or sadness or anger or anything similar…that is okay. I hope that you were able to carve out the space to acknowledge and feel these things, or share them with someone who could help hold it for you.

You know that “I got coffee with my younger self” thing going around Instagram?

If I met my younger self right now I’d just tell her that I managed to cut my finger trying to open a block of cheese. No knives, no scissors, just me and a block of cheese. The klutziness abides, young Heather.

Using social media for some good - to ask for recommendations:

A few weeks ago I was reading a book that included a chapter on discernment - recognizing and responding to the presence of God. One particular way the author described it poked at some of my personal trauma, and

“I can only wallow in the exquisite comfort of my own exactitude.”

Chesterton, or any enneagram six/anxious person when the worst case scenario they planned for finally happens?

Hi friends! I’m popping in the places you don’t see me any more to say I hope you all have had a Merry Christmas and a hope-filled start to your New Year. I posted this photo a few days ago on the socials I do still use - y’all can see it too. 😊