On Pain, Mourning, and Telling the Truth
The cover from my current journal, made with a postcard of Picasso’s “The Old Guitarist”–my personal icon of mourning. I am coming to the realization that I have two functional weeks a month....
View ArticleSacred Life Sunday: Labyrinth
 silent park amid city noise passers walk by, and i i sit in the centers of centers x marks the spot grey walls and stone tower surround me ring me with I Am’s branches overhead cross with agedÂ...
View ArticleFavorite Things: Fortunes by Jen Lee
You write all the way to the fence, then there’s nothing left to do but tear it down and expand the border. To stretch your life by trading Safe and Secure. To stare the beast, It’s Not Enough, in the...
View ArticlePoetry as Soulcare with Jessica Schafer
In this Monday’s guest post I’m happy to introduce to you poet Jessica Schafer of In Between Words.Jessica was the brave soul who joined us on the Soulsisters 09 retreat even though she did not know a...
View ArticleSacred Life Sunday: To Build a Swing
To Build a Swing -Hafiz You carry All the ingredients To turn your life into a nightmare- Don’t mix them! You have all the genius To build a swing in your backyard For God. That sounds Like a hell of a...
View ArticleRelig-ish: Poetry as Sacred Text
Today at Relig-ish we have a special guest, Jessica Schafer. (old site :: new site) Jessica and I met on a Soulsister’s Retreat I hosted 3 summers ago. (Three!! How can that be!!) Jessica is a...
View ArticleRelig-ish: Empty out your boxes.
Last night, I took Paul to hear The Low Anthem, a band recommended to us by our musical philosopher, Joel Krueger. The concert was an eclectic mix of instruments: guitars to banjoes (strummed and...
View ArticleRelig-ish: Make all things new.
“Charlie Darwin” by The Low Anthem Make, Dismantle Do not heed the words of Charlie Darwin. Or of Pastor Bob. Or even of your own sainted mother. Survival of the fittest does not equate to thriving....
View ArticleCurated Care: Poetry for Gift Giving
In the End by Tara Sophia Mohr *originally posted Feb 2, 2010 In the end you won’t be known for the things you did, or what you built, or what you said. You won’t even be known for the love given...
View ArticleSongs and Doubts for Easter Morning
Originally posted March 2008. is it enough this story, this ideal, this wistful thing— the teacher speaking soft in the garden, mouthing my name, warm-blooded and real. when I grow tired of picking,...
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