on creative process as spiritual practice plus a new poem
On grace and mercy.
A new poem and thoughts on the pregnant pause before new life.
Here we are again - a new place for my writing, reflection, and favorite things.
Sit down (or fall down). Anywhere will do. Wherever you are, stop. Breathe. Cry. There is no quick fix or easy path, no way out but through, so sit…
I forgot a pen when I walked out here to the garage where I write. Too many books than I could read, my underused notebook, and no pen. The room smells…
“O God, whose days are without end, and whose mercies cannot be numbered: Make us, we pray, deeply aware of the shortness and uncertainty of human…
Those of us in the business of planning liturgies, ceremonies, and rituals find ourselves in a brand new moment. Never before have we been asked to…
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Outward and Visible Signs