Can I Believe my Eyes?
What are we supposed to do when we receive an e-mail from someone whose name we don’t know, who shares their appreciation for something...
Category: Passages
The Edge of Sorrow
“Grief is always, in some way, accompanying us . . .Sorrow is a sustained note in the song of being alive. To be human...
Love Shows the Way
If we think about being thankful one day a year, that leaves another 364 days for us to wake up to our familiar accumulations...
Good Bye, Bella
Bella, our sweet miniature Aussie taught us love, again. You can’t learn that lesson too often. She came into our lives 14 months ago,...
Things Keep Happening
Over time I’ve begun to notice, on my journey through these endless tunnels, that I sometimes see things that remind me of things I’ve...
Listening to the River
I like river images as a way to invoke the flowing connection between seemingly separate things in life. I grew up beside the Saint...
An Uncreated Path
I think it’s fair to say that everyone alive today, if they have their full faculties and feel connected with other people, animals, or...
Just One Way of Looking
Anyone who keeps a journal, as I do, or has written a memoir, is familiar with writing from the “first person singular” point of...
Taking Comfort Where We Can
The wind is tossing the tree branches outside my window. I don’t have to stir from my couch to welcome them into my world–as...
This Time of Year
It’s ‘the holidays’ again. It can seem strange that the phrase “the holidays” refers to just two of many official days when there is...