Can you recall an experience that filled you with wonder? “. . .once, years ago, in some kind of rapturous mistake, the deer did not run away, but walked toward me and touched my hands—and I have been, ever since,separated from my old, comfortable life of experience and deduction, I have been, ever since—exalted. . … read
What wakes you in the night? What are your fears? What voice do you hear that guides? I cannot remember a time in my life when I was a sound sleeper. Around age eight, I remember waking at 3a.m. and noticing that the shadow in the bedroom window was the shape of a man’s head. … read
“This is no time for a child to be born, With the earth betrayed by war and hate And a comet slashing the sky to warn That time runs out and the sun burns late. That was no time for a child to be born, In a land in the crushing grip of Rome; Honor … read
I grew up listening to my mother practice her strong, high soprano at the piano in our living room. When I was in middle school, we stood side by side in the church pew, singing “It Is Well with My Soul.” She pointed me to the alto line, and I stumbled through it. So began … read
This is not the age of information. This is not the age of information. Forget the news, and the radio, and the blurred screen. This is the time of loaves and fishes. People are hungry, and one good word is bread for a thousand. From The House of Belonging: Poems by David Whyte … read
When and what are you doing when you have a deep sense of love and connection? I was nine years old, living in rural East Tennessee, surrounded by the deep green shade of trees of the Cherokee National Forest. It was a warm summer day. I was resting in the soft grass on my back, … read