Friday Florilegium
This week I reread David Hansen’s book, Long Wandering Prayer. Eight years ago, when I first read it, it drastically changed how I approached my “qu...
This week I reread David Hansen’s book, Long Wandering Prayer. Eight years ago, when I first read it, it drastically changed how I approached my “qu...
I’ve found that experiencing beauty as a regular part of my day requires cultivating a welcoming space: physical space, such as having a special area to d...
268. Grateful for the little hummers visiting me today. 269. For the little feet. 270. For the amazing wings. 271. For glints of iridescent red. 272. For the Cr...
If spring is hello, autumn is thank you. After a particularly long four weeks, walking sometimes gently and sometimes stubbornly with personal and academic fe...
As swimmers dare to lie face to the sky and water bears them, as hawks rest upon air and air sustains them, so would I learn to attain freefall, and float into ...
Lord, dear lover of my heart, I see you in the dance of Light The play of leaves The healing lines of heart sacrifice Be to me my all Be to me my hope In this c...