I truly love the traditional Christmas story – that this very morning Mary and Joseph were sitting in stunned and happy quiet after the successful birth of their baby boy, tucked into a manger cave behind the inn, having swaddled their son and placed him in the warm straw. The
Today is December 21st, the date given to celebrate the Winter Solstice, the darkest day in our hemisphere, the world now beginning to turn toward the light of longer days. The event has been ritually celebrated by humans since well before recorded history. We find the markings of it in
I have travelled on numerous pilgrimages over the years of my life. I went to Lisieux, in France, to see where the young saint who had shaped my life through her inspiration actually lived, Therese of Liseux. I went to Lourdes in Southern France to see where Mary appeared to
The words in this title came to me like a chill two nights ago. They arrived in a waking dream as I sat in my living room with a fire in the stove warming the house, snowy mountain and stars outside, warmth of home all around. Having turned on the
The story about my upcoming trip to Africa and Esther seemed to touch hearts. I can’t tell you what it means to me to receive the responses.
I wrote to Martha Muiruri at the orphanage in Kibera to tell her that I am coming, asking her to please let Esther know.
Recently I had a vision that appeared as a view down a wormhole, a glimpse into quantum possibility, not that I can tell you what that means; it is the best term I can find to describe it. I saw a complete reality that is there to be entered, full
I just typed this quote for a friend that is never far from my thoughts. I first heard it decades ago, and have unfailingly observed the truth of it.
Until one is committed there is hesitancy, the choice to draw back, always ineffectiveness. Concerning all acts of initiative (and creation), there
Esther
In June of 2010 I was brought by Cross Cultural Thresholds on a trip to Kibera, the largest slum in Africa, outside of Nairobi in Kenya. They organized a large group from our country to help build a dormitory for an orphanage in Kibera. The building we put
I have been having an almost daily sensation for what I think might be 2 years or more that I am waking up, each day waking up, like Rumpelstiltskin, from a very long sleep. The feeling is getting more acute. It isn’t that I feel “enlightened”, like “Oh yeah, now it
October 31 – Festival of spirits, spooks, weirdness, a day for putting on masks, dressing as someone else, unsettling personas, getting into conversation with pumpkin heads (I did that at a Halloween party.)
And a day to honor the dead. Mom, I love you; Dad, you too; ancestors, I thank you;