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There’s just one shower here at our new old farm house and it stands about three feet high over an ancient porcelain tub. It’s quirky, you might say, just the sort of thing to inspire a little poetry, and here’s a case where one poem popped up...
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My friend spoke at a retreat recently, teaching about the use of icons in prayer. She explained that icons are painted with skewed perspective – limbs jut off at odd angels and the symmetry typically associated with beauty is often missing. “The...
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“. . . and while my glory passes by I will put you in a cleft of the rock, and I will cover you with my hand until I have passed by . . .” Exodus 33:22 My twin boys travel the steep wooden stairs, short legs stretching with a two-year-old’s...
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Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing (or wrong turns and right turns), there is a field. I’ll meet you there. -Rumi * * * If life’s a highway, then I’m in trouble. I felt good when I turned 30, knowing I had...
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To see the world in a grain of sand, and to see heaven in a wild flower, hold infinity in the palm of your hands, and eternity in an hour. William Blake The whole world is dripping, gray, water running through the streets and pooling in the Quick Stop parking...
