The Challenge of Receiving Love
Receiving love is not about our egos at all. It’s deep nurturance, a humble opening of the heart.
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Receiving love is not about our egos at all. It’s deep nurturance, a humble opening of the heart.
The Challenge of Receiving Love Read More »
The fundamental, foundational dialogue in any story is the relational exchange of creation.
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Ask what I’m learning in the Living School and I’ll blather incoherently, enthusiastically, and at great length about the Christian mystical tradition, the significance of contemplation, and a complete overhaul of my faith. I was doing just that at Easter dinner a few weeks ago. My father-in-law asked, and all eleven relatives at the table
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Annie Dillard once said that an unpublished, unread manuscript gathering dust under an attic bed still exerts its influence on the world. Is this true? Can we pin our faith and our work’s worth on this hidden, immeasurable impact?
Unpublished But Powerful Read More »
It’s as though I’d spent the first forty-five years of my life listening to (and being stirred by) great piano concerts every Sunday morning, and then one day sat down at the keyboard. I’ve no clue how to make music. But I’m learning, and as any musician knows, you learn by practicing.
Blessed Are…Those Who Move? Read More »
What if the new life we look for (in publication, in success) might also be found elsewhere?
Finding Acceptance in Surprising Places Read More »
Anxiety is simply what it feels like to move through the birth canal, and awful as it is, it brings us to birth.
Tunneling Through Anxiety Read More »
Writers who long to communicate need readers, and readers have particular needs that writers can fill. The small ways we find to close this circle are beautiful works of art in their own right.
The Small, Accessible World of Publishing Read More »
Our cracks are for keeps, and the spirit of a loving life flourishes when we accept this, put up a fresh coat of paint, and move on.
During a tax upheaval deeply burdensome to poor people, in an inhospitable town, on a dark night, divinity became human. What plays out in our small lives pales in comparison to the big love at work in and through them.