Tag Archives: Shame

Being Vulnerable

“How can you be so vulnerable?” readers have asked me over the years. That question makes me nervous. Am I too vulnerable? What criticism have I invited? Then I hear from these askers the most common response to my honesty: … Continue reading

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Shame’s Spell

Jesus pushes me out of uncomfortable places and pulls me into them. –Steve Garnaas-Holmes I almost said no to co-facilitating Living from the Heart next year because it makes me uncomfortable at times. I’ve told you how it tosses me … Continue reading

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A Spark of Something Holy

Last week’s post reminded me of a previous post I wrote a few years ago. Here it is again.  Fred and I have been attending an Anglican Church in our neighbourhood. For Lent we joined a group that has been … Continue reading

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What I Knew Then

I tell my spiritual director about my panic and the memory of being shamed by the principal when I was twelve. “I still see the anger on his face and feel my back against the wall.” I recall that moment and am that … Continue reading

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Bruised

“Pull in your horns,” the principal said and scowled at me. He held up two fingers on either side of his head to mimic his words. Suddenly I was not like any other twelve-year-old lined up in the hallway. I … Continue reading

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