Come, come, whoever you are, Wanderer, worshipper, lover of leaving, It doesn’t matter. Ours is not a caravan of despair. Come, even if you have broken your vow a hundred times, Come, come again, come. Rumi So I have broken my vow a hundred, a thousand times, but still the Lord says, “Come.” He hasContinue reading “A New Covenant for a New Day”
What is important is the moment of opening a life and feeling it touch—with an electric hiss and cry—this speckled mineral sphere, our present world. – Annie Dillard It could be almost nothing—morning haze hovering on a hillside, a shimmer on the palm of my hand, the cool of evening coming in the window, words onContinue reading “Awakening”
The days had lengthened. The sun had journeyed northward towards the point of convergence. There, briefly, the sun stood still, then subtly directed its path southward again. Solstice: a turning of the year, a turning of the light. Waypoint for our nomadic sun. A few hours later, already, daylight had shortened. The first day ofContinue reading “After Solstice”
I do not know many things for certain anymore. Knowing starts with words—speaking the right name for things. If there is anything I know for certain it is this: this world is bigger than I know and my words are small, so small. My words wither. The life I had shrinks away. I find myselfContinue reading “The Naming of Things”
Pry open your fists and let spill the gold of yesterday. Keep your hands empty for newness. Trust that it will come. It will come. Keep faith supple, malleable. Smash the idol of yesterday. With your permission, the one God becomes again Himself: limitless. All new now.