Tuesday -- This week, we are invited to absorb daily miracles. The permission to honor listening, or attention (seeing) without judgment. And I love this: when we pay attention (“Wow. Did you see that?”), we create a fabric in our…
During a noon-hour rush on a steamy July day, two men were jockeying their way through the crowd on a New York City avenue. They practically shouted as they tried to hear one other above the din. One man, a…
Tuesday -- This week we are asking, where does hope live? And, when the world feels upside down--when our spirit feels fractured or frightened or empty--where do we go?As we honor the memory of 9/11, and the lives lost, and…
Today is 9-11. Images are seared into our memories. And remembering the questions: “Where were you? What did you feel? Who did you call?"Although I remember very vividly, I didn't know exactly how to answer what I felt. Because there…
Tuesday -- This week we are taking Jimmy Buffett’s lyrics to heart...“And there's that one particular harbourSheltered from the windWhere the children play on the shore each dayAnd all are safe within” We need to remember and be embraced by…
“I know I don't get there often enoughBut God knows I surely tryIt's a magic kind of medicineThat no doctor could prescribe...And there's that one particular harbourSheltered from the windWhere the children play on the shore each dayAnd all are…
Tuesday -- A tender heart is a gift to embrace. And here’s the good news; this is not a project or assignment or test. It is a gift to spill. A gift that changes the world.When we live from tenderness,…
I have a soft heart. And too often, I’m afraid to say so.Forgetting that “Tenderness is the path of choice for the strongest, most courageous men and women.” As Pope Francis reminded us. And I take a deep breath and…
Tuesday -- "We must risk delight. We can do without pleasure, but not delight,” is our reminder this week, from Poet Jack Gilbert.The gift in our story yesterday, the delighted child in the Post Office, waiting for her Mamma, savoring…
While a young mother waits at a post-office-counter, her four-year-old daughter occupies herself with the opportunity for self-entertainment, exploring the lobby, looking, prattling, not an item left untouched.The girl finds a penny on the floor. "Look momma," she says proudly,…