
Why Do I Go to Church?
I go to church because I like holding hands while we walk forward. We’re all lost, but we’re all walking. Continue reading
I go to church because I like holding hands while we walk forward. We’re all lost, but we’re all walking. Continue reading
It’s never as fun as in Peter Pan. It’s murder—A public execution. Peter Pan flew, but I don’t know how. Continue reading
As Mom came around the corner and saw it, she gasped, stumbled against me and started to cry. “There are Continue reading
I can’t make it stop hurting. You’ll have to do that yourself, and you’ll get it done. I know you. Continue reading
It’s how these things so often happen. Early on a Monday morning in about 1979, after I had finished meditating, Continue reading
Like a fawn, the tiny girl stands nearby and says nothing. She watches it all and still stays silent, safe Continue reading
Practicing simple meditation eases pain—physical, mental and spiritual pain. Meditating means sitting in silence. I learn how to let my Continue reading
I kneel in soft, long grass. Sweet bushes arch overhead. The lilac scent colors the quiet like puffs of magical Continue reading