#WeeklyWord — muck This week has been a tough one. The school shooting in Nashville, combined with the hateful, anti-trans rhetoric that followed, has been exhausting. I managed to offer what I could, but have found myself most of the day after welcoming any all holy distractions while giving myself permission to embrace the muck that I was feeling in my soul. I felt the tug back to thinking I should power through or produce more content (It is not lost on me that the thing you are reading is created content.), but I resisted as best I could and allowed myself to be in whatever head and heart space that I needed to be. There were a few moments when I thought about the families who have lost loved ones in such a horrific manner. At other moments I wept for the trans folks that I know and love who were, again and again, being told that they were not worthy of dignity and love. But for most of the day, I felt like I was moving through a cultural muckiness. I will not be here forever, b...