When Andy and I walked anywhere, and I happened to trip and fall, which was often, one thing he used to say all the time to no one in particular: “Don’t worry folks, it’s her first day walking.” This was the title of the blog for many years, and it seems like a narrative that continues to ring true for me. My story. My life. Happy and head-in-the-clouds bumbler, feet-shuffler and consumed-by-all-the-thoughts, I’m still learning how to watch my feet.

So, writing has become a way to watch my feet. To keep placing one foot in front of the other. To keep embracing what is new and starting-over or learning-something again and again. To keep seeing the grace in falling and being picked up.

It’s 2020 and we’ve got new digs and a new name. I’m returning here because it’s a place to gather thoughts, gather different perspectives, gather questions and dialogue. Already for more than a decade this has become a space for me to give shape to that unique pilgrimage that is my own. But it is not only a place to work through my own questions but a way to be in conversation with a wide group of fellow practitioners, sojourners, teachers, pastors, and writers with whom I’ve had the joy and delight of crossing paths.

Here you will find conversations about everything from the Church to church to the world. I’m going to be opening up the archive slowly, and we’ll meander through the wisdom of so many. We’ve talked about the Enneagram. We’ve talked about our dreams. About theology. About spirituality. About justice. About queerness. We will continue to do so, and will talk even more about race. About our history. About the streets of our neighborhoods and childhoods. About the tired-to-the-bones exhaustion of chasing kids, pursuing identity and vocation, and struggling with the weird reality that life is hard but together we make it worthwhile.

My hope is that this will be a stopping place, a respite, a moment that will provide a little food and water for your journey. Except it doesn’t come from just me. Everyone here brings something that is needed right now.

So, thanks for being here. Because your presence means so much to me.

Yours, Mihee

ABOVE PHOTO DESCRIPTION:
Desmond walking through the grass like a dinosaur
and I’m hiding in the grass on the first day of spring 2015.