The Bible often speaks of the “sins of the fathers…”. What about the “blessings of the Grandmothers…”?
God can draw because we are soft… Because we are unfinished, mysterious and beautiful creatures
Where there is essence, there you find God.
Where there is transformation, there you find God.
This a moment of great joy.
It is a somber moment…
Listen, Write, Speak.
Ideally these three verbs collaborate to discover and proclaim truth.
It’s not easy.
Something abides there.
Something pure. Something as clean and beautiful as a basketful of apple blossoms in spring.
Poetry defies the rational mind. Like religion, it scratches at the surface of mystery, and leaves us open.
Our faith begins with this:
That each human life is sacred
…Industrious hens are interested in bugs. They are motivated by uncertainty…
Have you ever noticed that the days that we celebrate… always seem to contain a rather distinct ironical quality?