Birds don’t need ornithologists to fly. We spend so much time wanting to be seen and named: as intelligent or good or handsome or pretty or successful or popular or as nobody’s fool. Yet the spirit doesn’t know it’s being spiritual anymore than water rushing knows...
The bud in half bloom out waits the cloud. Some days I wake with a cloud around my heart, and it dulls everything except the weight I carry deep inside. Yet, just because I can’t make it to the light today doesn’t mean that the light has vanished. In truth, the...
This is the ongoing purpose of full attention: to find a thousand ways to be pierced into wholeness. A most profound and helpful learning came to me when struggling with the pain of having a rib removed. For weeks I felt a corset of pain girdling each breath. but...
“If you can’t cross over alive, how can you cross over when you’re dead?” Kabir The need to step into what we fear and, in so doing, disperse its hold on us, is powerfully brought to life by a moment in the film Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade. After searching...
It is the fullness of our attention to whatever is near that has birds fly out of God’s mouth. The months relax and the ice enclosing a bent-over branch thaws, and the snow drops and the branch springs back up after its deathlike sleep. The tree coming into spring...
