I sit on the chair with the cat, Smokey, a soft gray comma curved against my leg. I notice cool air skimming my bare toes. I feel sleepy, hypnotized by the steady march of the wall clock’s second hand. What should I write? What does the world want to hear? I could be, should be, […]
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God has come into my life. Now, don’t click away. Don’t let that word shut you down. I might not mean what you think I mean. It’s not a word I’ve used in my life for years. Stay with me while I meander through my story. This is Smokey. He’s been around a long time. […]
This captures the essence of spiritual life for me.
It bears repeating. Here’s the link if the video doesn’t work.
I know the eyes are the windows to the soul or whatever, but the real crux of the moment was not just that I was really seeing someone, but that I was seeing someone really seeing me. Once I embraced the terror of this realization and gave it time to subside, I arrived somewhere unexpected. […]
“We say to the confused, Know thyself, as if knowing yourself was not the fifth and most difficult of human arithmetical operations, we say to the apathetic, Where there’s a will, there’s a way, as if the brute realities of the world did not amuse themselves each day by turning that phrase on its head, […]
This song by Hozier is gorgeous, poetic, and haunting to me. Take a listen (click here if the embed doesn’t work).
SoulCollage® Committee Suit: Feline Familiars I am one who is soft and curvy, and I am one who is fierce. I am one who enjoys pleasure and will communicate. I am one who is a mystery. I am one who is subtle. And I am one who is primal. What is your gift or message […]
SoulCollage® Committee Suit: Our Lady of the Coffee I am one who requires coffee. I am one who appreciates the daily ritual. I am one whose mind cannot function without a dose. I am one who is a mother and whose work is without end. What is your gift or message for me? That I […]
“And so seated next to my father in the train compartment, I suddenly asked, “Father, what is sexsin?” He turned to look at me, as he always did when answering a question, but to my surprise he said nothing. At last he stood up, lifted his traveling case off the floor and set it on […]