Noon prayer: magnified joy
At the height of a mid-March day,the sun is hidden beyond layers of stratus clouds.Snow falls and a trio of ravens circles the sugar-topped pines, gliding above...
At the height of a mid-March day,the sun is hidden beyond layers of stratus clouds.Snow falls and a trio of ravens circles the sugar-topped pines, gliding above...
Sometimes gratitude bursts upon you like a geyser in the spring floods. You’re ho-humming your way through the dishes one evening, scrubbing pots and pans...
I lay beside you under the dragonfly quilt. We’ve said goodnight to the moon and all the cars and trucks and things that go. The room is almost dark, but ...
I’m trying to get into a groove here, with a rhythm, a pattern, a way to move through the day with prayer. {I am not a monk with hours of quiet cont...