I am an Empath. The world feels heavy to me at times when I look out at the faces of people or just sense the weight of all that is happening around us in these un-United States. Those of us with a deep spiritual sense can be exhausted by it. I spent Saturday driving down to New York for a meeting of other ministers-in-the-process, and while driving, looking at the beautiful trees on the Merritt Parkway, just had to have one of my car-talks-with-God. Our world has been a bit turned over. It is very dystopian. So, in my talks, rants, actually, because God and I have this thirty-five-year-relationship where I can just talk to my Parent and say that is on my mind. I ask a lot of why questions. You know, the way our toddlers did when they were trying to understand the world. Especially if they were told, "No." The response of, "Why?" was not always throwing a temper tantrum, but genuinely wanting to gain knowledge and process. We talked. I prayed in my understanding an...
life, really, and a latte by Tayé Foster Bradshaw