All posts by: Anne Mackie Morelli

Recognizing the Divine in Our Midst

When I was an educator in the public school system there was an assumption that an educational expert was anyone who lived at least 50 miles away. This meant that...

Wolves in Sheep’s Clothing

Sometimes it is hard to recognize darkness. For it can come dressed up in a nice suit, pretty packaging, and a smooth sales pitch. Because it is slick and alluring,...

Rewriting A Legacy

His dark eyes glared, his face flushed, his breathing heavy. Agitated, he could barely sit still. A teacher had brought him to my office, because she had caught him fighting...

Clinging to the Vine

As I snuggled under the heavy quilt, I heard the wind howling and the rain beating a rhythm on the windows. Burying deeper under the covers, I was grateful for...

Into the Silence of Nature’s Cathedral

Close to our home there is a trail that meanders deep into a cedar forest. The massive cedars are first growth trees that soar high above our heads, up into...

What the Great Author Teaches

Ever since I was a little girl I loved to read. I particularly loved any book that had an imaginative plot line and intriguing, original heroines. Both ensuring that I...

The Shocking Truth about Silence

It is really hard for most of us to sit in silence, even for a few moments. Especially the type of silence where there is no noise, not even music...

Stepping Across the Threshold into Hope

I can’t remember a time that someone crossed the threshold into my counselling office saying that they had it all figured out. Declaring that though they were totally happy, and...

Engaging in Walk Abouts

As a school principal, several times a day I would engage in what we called “walk abouts”. This was where we would leave our offices in the hub of the...

Slowing down, Looking up, and Stepping In

I was loading my groceries onto the conveyor belt at the grocery store’s checkout when I overheard her comment. The cashier and her colleague, who was helping her bag the...