For the Recovery of Human Life and the Healing of God’s Creation
Over these past few months, I have been getting to know the EcoFaith leaders and trying to figure out what project I would like to pursue. I knew that I wanted my research to be beneficial to EcoFaith both now
About I am a junior psychology major at Willamette University. Growing up, I lived in West Linn until I moved down to Salem to attend university. Previously, I worked as a host and busser for almost three years at the
Although I don’t plan on leaving the EcoFaith community anytime soon, my official internship is coming to a close. I’m sad to be finished, but I’m much more excited that I can keep growing with EcoFaith and engaging with all
Yes, we are grieving. For the world suffering from our imbalanced relationship with Creation. For the normalcy we’ve lost from ongoing circumstances. For our sense of community, connection, and stability. We may denote the label of “grief” to some other
About After growing up in South Dakota, I followed my call to spiritual service in Berkeley at the Chaplaincy Institute. My prior experiences lie in writing, activism, and yoga. Not only have I written for social media, broadcast, and print
“She has done what she could; she has anointed my body beforehand for its burial. Truly I tell you, wherever the good news is proclaimed in the whole world, what she has done will be told in remembrance of her.”
As part of my research for my project on my spiritual connection to nature, I immersed myself in some of the greatest mentors I knew on the topic. I read Wendell Berry’s reflections on the changes of society and resonated
There’s something otherworldly about a good conversation. The right kind, impossible to manufacture, can bring about connection, warmth and hope to those lucky enough to experience it. Often, the way to these warm, expansive conversations requires someone trekking through
When we praise our Creator, we worship the most magnificent of artists. We worship the potter who formed humankind from the fertile soil (Genesis 2:7), molding us like clay (Isaiah 64:8). When we look to the skies we can
“Christian hope begins where every other hope stands stiff before the face of the Unspeakable.” Thomas Merton, Raids on the Unspeakable A few months ago I began hosting weekly “Eucharistic contemplation” hours at my house. It initially began as an