The work goes on. All the fellow grievers have returned home, and here I am in this suddenly empty place. I have been alone most of my adult life –both my profession and vocation call for it, and my temperament eagerly answers– but it’s strange how different that quality feels when it comes to the […]
Let’s get this straight, world. I don’t write for you. I don’t write for myself, maybe not for anyone alive right now. We’re already dead. I write for our grandchildren, that they may have something to believe, something that might help them find the way. We must leave them ideas that haven’t been idolized and […]
I’ve been feeling self-conscious about the lack of gender balance in The Peasant and the King. In sharp contrast to Birding in the Face of Terror, which has several female characters playing prominent and heroic roles, and where the male narrators receive lessons of a feminine relational spirituality of interbeing along with the heady crown chakra […]
During the silent worship portion of Quaker meeting today, a Friend ministered to the community by asking, “Do we live the Gospel?” and then sitting down, in that wonderfully open-ended, Quakery kind of way. My deep aversion to speaking in public got the best of me. (I’m still getting my feet wet with the idea […]
Noesta Aqui 