This week i invite you to listen again to the story of a friend or coworker or family member. Listen like you are falling in love. Listen like your job is not to fix or change it, just witness to the story they are sharing. Listen like you will hold their story deep in your heart and be their story bearer.
A group photo of Thistle Farms #loveheals
It's November and the season for giving thanks. I am sharing a poem I wrote a couple of weeks ago encouraging us to become wild lovers of the woods.
On the eve of midterm elections I thought it might be nice this week to focus on some helpful hints to keep us centered and grounded on our spiritual path. Enjoy.
Grateful to Guideposts for this great three-minute interview. Look for us in the November issue and feel free to share with your friends.
As we continue to contemplate the meanings of power together, don't underestimate the power of love in your life or its ability to heal the world.
Enjoy this guest blog from one of my best friends and co-workers, Frannie Kieschnick, about what hope looked like, rising in the midst of the refugee camp where she helped launch one of our newest projects Love Welcomes.
A new spin on Max Ehrmann's "Desiderata" for our day and age.
Redefining power is an exercise that offers us an opportunity to see how we have undercut or abused our own. More and more, I am shying away from the word "empower" and using the word love.
Don't empower me. Love me.
This piece was a gift to film and offers a real glimpse into our lives at Thistle Farms. Thank you Modern Hero. Let us know what you think. #loveheals.
Two sweet happenings from the past few days…
"Working" and breathing and knitting as I watch the hearings & Dr. Ford’s testimony.
Recently, I have kept returning to the idea of Emancipation. My hope for sexual assault survivors, who are willing to speak their truth amidst their pain and hard work, is that there is healing. Not just for themselves, but for this culture that would still rather keep the secrets of abusers than hear the cry of those assaulted.
Lighting the candle everyday is our practice, our ritual, at Thistle Farms. Thanks to everyone who came out to the Education Workshop today and who are lighting the way for the next woman coming off the streets too. #loveheals
Becca was recently interviewed for a filming project. Here, she talks about the beauty she found in the thistle and why they’re so important to Thistle Farms…
“I wanted to name the whole place ‘Thistle Farms’ to celebrate the women, their ability to survive, their persistence, but also deep beauty and their softness, like the thistles.” —Becca
Listen to Becca’s recent interview on The Heart of Dating Podcast.
The cynicism and anger smoldering under a veneer of civility is ready to crack because of inauthenticity peeking through. We have to truly want with our whole hearts to show loving kindness to whomever we deem the “other." It is the hard work of our times: to stand for justice and proclaim our truth, but to do it with authentic love for one another.
On a recent trip…I started recounting all the sisters of the community of Thistle Farms who have died as saints and survivors of some of the oldest pain the world inflicts on young women. If I could create a stained glass, I would make a field of wildflowers with thistles and healing plants. There would be sunlight pouring down, and I would piece together all the names I could recall.
Friendship is critical in justice work. Its bonds and generosity allow all of us grow together. I am so grateful for the love and trust of friendship.
I applaud the women who break up dysfunctional communities with the ploughshare of truth. I applaud communities which speak out about sexual abuse within sacred walls. And I respect the guts it takes for survivors to say, “#metoo.” The hallowed and hard ground of abuse within the church requires us all to begin a complicated and delicate walk towards healing. Abuse survivors who come forward need allies. They need spaces to speak the truth – where the only question is “tell me what happened to you.” Women’s stories, like those revealed at Willow Creek and like mine, can transform brokenness into compassion. They can transform blame for victims into support for survivors.