We can feel brokenhearted for the suffering of the children of Isaac and of Ishmael. We must.
In the long long bliss of the breastfeeding years, I belonged to that rocking chair where sun filtered through the window and the leaves of the summer pomegranate shifted slowly in the hot June air.
We learn all kinds of things
Whether they are taught to us or not,
And nothing is more deeply learned than
What it means to be among our own.
In the 19th century, if you asked a scientist whether he believed in God, he would have answered, ‘Of course, I don’t believe in God, I’m a scientist.” But if you ask a scientist today whether he believes in God, he would answer, “Of course, I believe in God, I’m a scientist.”
“Who takes care of the money?” Wisdom leader Stephen Jenkinson discusses money and its ways.
In this visual poem, Markus Kempken explores specific objects — spoons, spatulas, flutes — and the way they trigger memories of his childhood abuse.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant; they too have their story.
The intimacy
Of strangers is luminous, the way
We wish well for the man who lost
His car keys, the woman coming in
Out of the rain, the girl who missed
Her bus, the boy who stutters.
the red coal an angel places on the tongue like a treat
Love is complicated. Courtesy is simple. Start with courtesy.
Compassion unfolds her bright blue
wings and shelters us.
Blessed are those in grief, especially who mourn alone, blessed are those who have passed into the Great Night
Fear and blame appear to be fast becoming Americans’ defining emotions around COVID-19. Headlines seem to offer either worst-case estimates or government leaders’ mutual accusations. Amid the bewildering figures and … Continue reading →
Children ought to learn how to help one another so they can take joy in crossing the finish line together, building closeness instead of separation, segregation and adversarialism.