My soul sings in gratitude.
I’m dancing in the mystery of God.
The light of the Holy One is within me
and I am blessed, so truly blessed.
Slightly religious, God without boundaries, wanderer, traveller, ragged, unwell, vulnerable vagabond, needing a comforter, surfing the cosmos while riding the swell. Lover unlimited, hanging on providence, trusting the whim and the will of the crowd; twisting and …read more
On December 12, 1531, on a hill where the goddess Tonantzin had been worshipped before the Spanish conquest of Mexico, the Virgin Mary appeared to an Indian peasant named Juan Diego. This dark-skinned apparition became known as the Virgin of Guadalupe.read more
When one comes in a never-uttered name
God wins the glory for all that is done:
It’s in hoping for what cannot be claimed
That every inch of justice is won.
Wandering, I stumbled upon my purpose,
Adrift, I made port,
Unbidden, love arrived,
Asleep, I learned my lesson,
In silence, notes danced across my score,
Dreaming, my problems solved themselves.
This poem results from my week of intense conversations with friends and students about the nature of life, death, and grief.read more
Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known…