{Day 10} Single-tasking, Pt 1

“I’m beginning to feel the drunkenness that this agitated, tumultuous life plunges you into. With such a multitude of objects passing before my eyes...

{Day 6} Living in the Midst

To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact , yo...

Friday Florilegium

(As you take a moment to listen and read, please pause the blog’s “Music for Dreaming” in the right column in order to enjoy Aurora SurgitR...

Friday Florilegium

In our self-help and successful-image-focused culture, sometimes we lose sight that our weaknesses, failures, and neuroses are dry and thirsty parts of ourselve...

Friday Florilegium

ONE time our good Lord said: All thing shall be well; and another time he said: Thou shalt see thyself that all MANNER [of] thing shall be well; and in these tw...

Guested by God

I simply sit at my desk this morning, in silence, pen in hand, paper ready for whatever words might come. My pinched heart stretches and expands and trusts a li...

Hiding Light

“Here’s another way to put it: You’re here to be light, bringing out the God-colors in the world. God is not a secret to be kept. We’re ...

Friday Florilegium

As the birds build nests, as the furry catkins bud on the willow, new bright green leaves open in the sunniest places, and cherry blossoms begin to pink-tinge t...

When You’re Weary

I woke to fog horns sounding deep in the dark distance and the eerie comforting glow of a world held in fog. The whole city is whispering. Even the birds. After...