My last blog ended with a summation after my first encounter with the wild goose. There I wrote, “That everything is inter-connected;...

Jessica and I were returning from an uncommon and exceptional time of spiritual sharing up at the Y.M.C.A. camp in Estes Park. We had a...

I have been reading The Stranger in the Woods: The Extraordinary True Story of the Last True Hermit.” The book tells the story of...

There was a small grass fire near my house a few weeks ago. I drive past the hill that caught fire nearly every day on my way to work. No...

When I sat down to write my first Celtic Way blog I was excited, but when my fingers touched the key board I became riddled with anxiety....

How is Celtic Christianity inviting me into this Lenten season? My first engagement with church happened within the context of American...

A pair of great horned owls lives in the meadow just beyond my porch, and I’ve taken to checking in with those wisdom birds when my life...

I remember this. Or at least days like this. This is the kind of frigid which is much deeper than just plain cold. If you pulled on one...

It was one of those spaces that Celtic people might refer to as “Thin”. The Last Supper was over, but Jesus hadn’t been arrested yet. He...

I grew up in the Midwest. Winter in the Midwest is not easy, nor is it particularly pretty. The hallmarks of a Midwestern winter are not...