Ask, seek, and knock, for a holy impatience is in our very midst.
How twenty-four words remind me that all is not lost.
What Halloween parties, counseling, and the Apostle Paul taught me about true freedom.
Finding shalom in a galaxy not so far, far away.
Paul Schrader, the prophet Isaiah, and post-graduate depression walk into a bar...
While I don't claim to be much of a poet, I do believe in the inherent power of the medium to encode meaning in ways that normally hinder the long-form essays I tend to write. Thus, in full recognition and embrace of discomfort and unfamiliarity, I give you "The Sacred, Entropic Kaleidoscopy," an Enneagram Four's … Continue reading An Enneagram Four…You Guessed It, Poem.
Westworld, the Enneagram, and our unending pursuit of the unattainable Holy Grail.