Free to Be
Do you remember the first time you sensed what it meant to be free? You were young, or at least younger. You were spending time lifting the edges of life. Edges...
Category: Peace
Perfume and Ash
"Have a wonderful day sweetheart." This was shouted to me by a homeless woman sitting on the steps of St. Joe’s as I exited from my ash daubing....
Ash Wednesday
At noon today, I’ll be heading down to St. Joe’s to get my forehead smudged. I’ll be lining up for the treatment with a few other occasional C...
On killing gods
I’ve been dipping into a book–on loan from an esoterically inclined "Starbucks friend"–by Thich Nhat Hanh, called "No Fear No D...