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Except for paying attention, what else is continual prayer?
Poet Samuel Green
How often do you let the sense of being rushed prevent you from enjoying the moments you have ... with your friends, with your children, with your beloved? Read More...
I am sitting on the deck at my temporary Santa Barbara writer's retreat. The sun dances on my eyelids and fills my soul with warm light. Read More...
I have this picture on my screen saver
right now - it speaks of joy, of the
celebration of life, of silliness, of the love of a grandfather for his grandson and of a little boy who adored his "Grand-poop". Read More...
"Tina, I don't know what to do. I'm supposed to be in the honeymoon phase of my marriage ... and we are both sexually miserable." Tears began to flow down her cheeks. Read More...
I was reading the book Holy Eros by Whitehead and Whitehead the other day and came across the line: "Scholars today - social scientists as well as theologians - suggest that our hunger for contact with the foundational source of significance is part of what it means to be human." Read More...
Have you ever had one of those experiences when you are standing in the presence of someone (or a group of some one's) who believe that they know what YOU should think, believe, care about? Read More...
I stood holding my daugther's hand tears streaming down my face and hers.
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A day bits and pieces - parts of a story ...
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Its evening ... the light is fading ... I feel tired, slow, reflective. I spent the last 24 hours with graduate students and colleagues sharing stories of the human sort and was reminded of a word that has found its resonance in the cords of life over the last year. Saudade. Read More...
A while back while re-reading Gayle Brandeis’ book “Fruitflesh” I was reminded again of the luscious sensual wisdom of our bodies. Read More...
I don't usually do winter gracefully - I get tired of being cold, I get tired of the gray, I get tired of the waiting ... and tho spring has always come in her time ... like a doubting Thomas, by late winter I always wonder will she leave us this year in our perpetual frozen Narnia? Read More...
"Except for paying attention, what else is continual prayer?"
This is the last line of a poem by Samuel Green that speaks of the acuity of our attention in times of mourning. Read More...
Today as I walked around the lake near my home the chill in the air was softened by the sun’s rays reminding me that winter will in the end relent and spring will come. Read More...
It was a cloudy day and I was riding on a ferry reading Letters to a Young Doctor by Richard Selzer. This is a book written by a surgeon who shares his surprise at how often sacred encounters emerged in his career as a physician. “The body is the spirit thickened.” As I read these words it was as if my whole being resounded “YES!” Read More...
A week or so ago a friend of mine delivered her first child. A miracle baby hoped in love, conceived in love, nourished in love and now held in love. I thought today how words like sanctified and holy meant set apart for divine purpose … Read More...
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