For over twenty years, I lived in the vast, unscripted space outside the church. I was a direct marketing copywriter, a seeker of "high-vibe" spirituality, and a professional observer of the human experience. I spent a long time looking for the "secret" to life in the self-help aisles and the toxic positivity of the Law of Attraction, only to find that grace usually waits for us at the bottom of the ladder, not the top.

I eventually found my way back to the "bells and smells" of ancient liturgy, finding a home in a tradition that’s expansive enough for my doubts and earthy enough for my actual life. I’m a Lutheran* priest now, but I still don't speak "Christianese" particularly well. I’m more interested in the thin places where the sacred meets the mundane—the fog of the California Central Coast, the grit of a Tuesday morning, and the holy mischief hidden in our unpolished (or often over-polished) stories.

Whether you’re a skeptic, a seeker, or just tired of the performative nature of our culture in the Western world, I’m here as a spiritual cartographer. I don't have a map to a perfect life, but I’m fairly good at spotting the light coming through the cracks. I live in Aptos, California, where I try to practice what I preach: that the extraordinary is almost always hiding in the highly unlikely.

*My particular Lutheran flavor: The ELCA