How does one look a suicide in the face? I often flinch, I am not sure what to tell her, she demands an answer, but, I dare not say the possibilities, yet hope I say and hope I believe but...

We can all picture the scene. We enter into the Chapel, the smell of incense lingering in the air. The Eucharist is proudly displayed in a beautiful monstrance. There is beautiful artwork that invokes imagery of heaven and the saints....

I’ll never forget a friend I had my freshman year of college. He was rather small, and on first appearance he seemed to be on the nerdy side of things. However, despite what seemed to be rather limited abilities, he...

The Exchange between lover and beloved As soft as the whispering of a poem into the ear of a windy night As often as rain drops falling in the midst of the storm In the midst of this familiarity, this...

My spiritual director recently gave an interesting metaphor for contemplation. He described contemplation as that moment when the waters of a lake are stilled and one is able to witness the beauty of the night sky reflected on the waters....

there are some people who like to speak knives the thrill of when their words draw blood they never stop to feel other people nor do they listen to tears or they stop long enough until the crying goes into...

spring emerges, the circulation awakens from places deep within ancient energies resurface or rather are reinvigorated things seem to move, just a little more shaking off the sluggish coat, the clumsy gloves now my fingers can pluck the sweet string...