Breathing light and exhaling dark
Sometimes, when looking at the ceiling of the cathedral, I wonder if those slight marks are smudges left by our angel wings. I wonder what soars up there, like an…
interior solitude and discernment
“When society is made up of people who know no interior solitude it can no longer be held together by love: and consequently it is held together by a violent…
Enough for now as a sacrament
Enough. In my fifth decade I am beginning to consider this word. I am sure others, better people than I, have arrived at this word sooner in their lives and…
stauros
The Reverend Doctor Joe Wolyniak holding the Myrrh-bearing women Icon and exposing his tattoos taken from the icon. Mark 8:34 “He called the crowd with the disciples, and said to…
fear and curiosity
It is a technology that works, this new thing I have heard from Elizabeth Gilbert; whose every word I read with slavish devotion as with Krista Tippet, Brene Brown, Anne…
tatoos and simplicity
Simplicity is hard for me to chose. I come from a family not naturally given to it though my father would have chosen it had he not married my mother.…
Blue feathers
Sometimes I take my mourning-monocle from the drawer by my bed and put it back on, its glass circle encased in the blood of wound. My face muscles grip it…
Fire, water and a swimming deer
Where are you oh Lord but in the heat of the coals? Where but in that red-orange glow of heat and fire? Dante’s hell is no flame, no lava, no…
“NO!!!” said the bag of stufff…
It is time to move again. My landlady wants to sell and who can blame her? There is money to be made. So I am moving. For the third time.…
the need to tell our story and so be healed by the telling
It is so easy to forget how fragile our life is. One minute one can be laughing and playing or working and struggling; then the next minute there is a…