Listen to Your Life, the Holy, Hidden Heart of It
Listen to your life. See it for the fathomless mystery that it is. In the boredom and the pain of …
Listen to your life. See it for the fathomless mystery that it is. In the boredom and the pain of …
“There are burning bushes everywhere, burning yet not consumed, and our lives can be just as miraculous. Our Making can …
Story-telling is in our bones. It rises through us like sap through roots and leaves into the air. It began …
“Your cold mornings are filled with the heartache about the fact that although we are not at ease in this …
There are a few refrains that I turn to again and again when I want to get a clearer sense …
Last in my series “Brushes With Blackness” on how Black lives and Black Culture colored my Whiteness. I’d always wanted …
One of the joys of grandparenting is revisiting stories I loves to read my own children and sharing them with …
Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself. They come through …
I wrote the following post For Love of Chaos in August three years ago, when I had my little three …
I found this photo on the cover of Sun Magazine some years ago and fell in love with it. It’s …