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The only condition necessary for this state of self-surrender is the present moment in which the soul, light as a feather, fluid as water, innocent as a child, responds to every movement of grace like a floating balloon. – Jean Pierre de Caussade in The...
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“So, how do you pray right now?” she asks, “Mostly prayers on the fly?” “Yes,” I say, thankful to hear that my repetitive refrains of “please, please, please” count for something. ...
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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...
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He was middle-aged, with a shock of honey-blond hair, dressed in a suit and tie. Crossing the street in front of me, he stood on the far corner, smoking a cigarette, waiting to cross again. Raising the thin tube to his lips, he took a drag, tilting his head as if to...
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(This story was originally posted last summer as part of a longer essay, click HERE to read part 1.) I’m headed to the biggest grocery store in town on the day before the fourth of July. This is only the second time I’ve ever gone shopping alone with all...
