I have typed and backspaced about five times already because I can’t find the words to express how grateful I am that you are here with your words. Thank you, thank you, thank you. You and Sarah are two of the main reasons that I haven’t let go of my faith completely. I’m still hanging on, barely. ❤️
Heartfelt and overjoyed welcome to Substack! I often find myself turning to your books, rereading the underlined parts, when my soul needs soothing. So I’m so happy to have more of your words on a regular basis. I’d go ahead and pump them directly into my veins if I could.
I’ve no womb, but I felt a leaping from deep within at the sight and anticipation of your presence and invitation. Thank you, Barbara. As I wander, behold, and am held by the countless little altars in this world, I eagerly, happily await your gifts. May Peace abide…
Journaling, the odd & strange need to give my house a real cleaning (more than the usual quick cleaning), appreciating a good long relaxing stretch, tending to the houseplants & planning/dreaming about our garden, re-reading books that I easily escaped in, spending time with family & friends, watching movies & shows that make me laugh, watching the birds … all these are helping me get through repeated moments of 😖😖😖
I am making mosaic finally for the first time in my life... something I have wanted to do since I was a child. To see all the broken pieces come together making something beautiful is certainly one reward. But the time just sitting there making art is the break for the brain and the soul that is so needed in these times. I like that you have made a space for the little shards of beauty, Barbara, that might actually turn into a mosaic of great wonder if we let it. Cheers! Rev Julia McKay
"Day by day, they can suck up so much oxygen that the little, life-giving things keep volunteering to leave the stage so they don’t take up too much room."
You put beautiful words to that thing we've been trying to say.
Picture me, crashing through the wall like the Kool-Aid Man, just to be here. Ahhh! So happy!
We do somehow have to control ourselves, Sarah. If we sit at her feet like weirdos, you know she's going to throw Cheetos at us.
True, true. I will behave…I think. 🤐
Thanks for crashing through the wall on Instagram so we could follow you here, Sarah!
Co-sign!
I can't believe this is really happening. I am so happy—and I promise not to heckle (very often). So grateful for this. So grateful for you.
I have typed and backspaced about five times already because I can’t find the words to express how grateful I am that you are here with your words. Thank you, thank you, thank you. You and Sarah are two of the main reasons that I haven’t let go of my faith completely. I’m still hanging on, barely. ❤️
I love Substack a billion times more now that you’re here! YAY
Heartfelt and overjoyed welcome to Substack! I often find myself turning to your books, rereading the underlined parts, when my soul needs soothing. So I’m so happy to have more of your words on a regular basis. I’d go ahead and pump them directly into my veins if I could.
So great to see you here, Barbara! Your voice is a much needed one.
We had the chance to get dinner at Evolving Faith last year over those Bombay Sapphires. 😂
Seeing you and your words on Substack made my day!
I’ve no womb, but I felt a leaping from deep within at the sight and anticipation of your presence and invitation. Thank you, Barbara. As I wander, behold, and am held by the countless little altars in this world, I eagerly, happily await your gifts. May Peace abide…
I’m so very grateful you’re here 🩵 I’ve been rereading your books looking for solace.
This news is just what we all need right now!!! So happy you’ve done this!!
Journaling, the odd & strange need to give my house a real cleaning (more than the usual quick cleaning), appreciating a good long relaxing stretch, tending to the houseplants & planning/dreaming about our garden, re-reading books that I easily escaped in, spending time with family & friends, watching movies & shows that make me laugh, watching the birds … all these are helping me get through repeated moments of 😖😖😖
I am making mosaic finally for the first time in my life... something I have wanted to do since I was a child. To see all the broken pieces come together making something beautiful is certainly one reward. But the time just sitting there making art is the break for the brain and the soul that is so needed in these times. I like that you have made a space for the little shards of beauty, Barbara, that might actually turn into a mosaic of great wonder if we let it. Cheers! Rev Julia McKay
As an fan of all of your books, this made my day that you are now writing on substack! Thank you for bringing your beautiful writing into this space.
Human beings suffer from a hierarchy of meaning--yes. I look forward to being reminded to be grounded in the earth when so much swirls around us.
"Day by day, they can suck up so much oxygen that the little, life-giving things keep volunteering to leave the stage so they don’t take up too much room."
You put beautiful words to that thing we've been trying to say.
Thank the gracious good Lord I found your writing, BBT! It’s a life raft amongst the waves. So, so glad you’re here!!!