I heard a poem yesterday … or I should say, a part of a poem. I am not sure who the author of the poem was. I am not even sure I have the phrase right. Nonetheless, I have been captured by its truth, this little, potentially misquoted, phrase: "Lord, most of what I love […]

A poem for the New Year, by Maya Angelou … Continue My wish for you is that you continue Continue To be who and how you are to astonish a mean world with your acts of kindness Continue To allow humor to lighten the burden of your tender heart Continue In a society dark with […]

And now, we rest. Leftovers tucked away in the fridge. Kitchen tidied a bit. Perhaps we have bid a fond farewell to our guests. And unless we are building up for a raucous New Year's Eve, we can simply rest. But in order to do so, we must fight the messages that resound both inside […]

I wrote this in the early morning hours of Christmas 2022. I hate to admit it, but I had quite a meltdown the night before and I had to remind my very own self what Christmas is about. Enjoy … I woke up thinking about the quote from the Chronicles of Narnia where Mr. Tumnus […]

"We are infinite souls inside finite lives and that alone should be enough to explain our incessant and insatiable aching." (Ronald Rolheiser) This is why I - and many of you - have a proclivity toward melancholy. This is the sadness that lives deep down in our souls; that we feel in our bellies. This […]

"But the present world is also designed for something which has not yet happened. It is like a violin waiting to be played: beautiful to look at, graceful to hold - and yet if you'd never heard one in the hands of a musician, you wouldn't believe the new dimensions of beauty yet to be […]