liturgy
The Exchange between lover and beloved As soft as the whispering of a poem into the ear of a windy night As often …
The Exchange between lover and beloved As soft as the whispering of a poem into the ear of a windy night As often …
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 …
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 …
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 …
When I was in High School, I had a particular practice that I engaged in regularly. I would go to the local gym and for …
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 …
In College, I had a friend who wasn’t exactly the best employee. Despite his lackluster abilities in the work place, he had an unusual talent …
patterns of praise housed in the seed sings all green in the brazen demand of spring talk to me all fresh and new little gentle …
Many people are currently developing regular practices of adoration or silent meditative prayer. There are many great resources that can help such people with their …
a dream must be firm enough that it is spoken and communicates its world, its language but yet also bending enough that it is moved …