“Who are you?” said the caterpillar. This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly, “I-I hardly know sir, just at present- at least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then,” said Alice. “What do you mean by … More The Problem with Finding Ourselves: Lessons from the Desert Fathers
Is that we want to forget as quickly as possible? Or is it that we hope to avoid apologies, and the uncomfortable dynamics of meaningful reconciliation? Maybe burning bridges, or ignoring the lessons of history are acceptable options in a world where we are always moving forward and leaving the past behind as thought it were a … More New Year’s Eve: The Compression of Our Transitions
Tonight, I touched the moonlight. I stood by the harbor looking down the rock ledge to the water, and watched the light of the full moon dance off the tiny wind waves in the harbor. For some reason unknown to me, I felt a voice calling me down to the low tide. I scrambled down the … More Tonight, I Touched the Moonlight
Burning Religion 