Category: Nonfiction

It has been snowing / raining for a week here in the beautiful Berkshires. This has had a huge effect on part of my daily spiritual practice, running. The even rhythm of feet on pavement, the time alone with Spirit, and breathing in fresh air seems to keep me sane during any life situation. There…

The semester is underway and I find myself being overwhelmed with too much work and not enough time to accomplish this work. Life details are beginning to seem like immense hurdles to leap over. The sink full of dishes becomes a mountain, the trip to the bank to get a money order for rent seems…

There are three words that should be taken out of the English language. One phrase to be precise. “Shame on you.” These three words, when written in an editorial, express fear and a lack of compassion. A young man recently expressed the opinion that maybe we should take care of our fellow Americans. Someone used…

I read the story of Lot’s wife for a literature class this week; it is the tale of a woman who flees her native town because God is setting it on fire and annihilating all its inhabitants. Not only does this poor woman lack a name, when she turns around to see her beloved city…

I am a fairly new member of facebook, and have been thinking a lot lately about what draws people to the website. The answer that came was community connection. We are hurtling into an age where we lack the most basic of connections to a greater community. The popularity of organized religion has waned so…

I almost threw myself a pity party yesterday, complete with blue streamers and “woe is me” punch. Luckily I connected with some friends who helped me to realize how good I actually had it. What happened was that I “forgot” to write a gratitude list! When I skimp on my daily spiritual practice (morning prayer,…

Usually I do not make New Year’s resolutions. I watch the numbers swell at the gym every January only to shrink by the first of February. I question whether the New Year is the best time to attempt a new habit. It is cold; I am slowing down and in hibernation mode. The days are…

I open my hand and allow God to fill it. Lying in bed this morning I found myself slipping into a fear-filled space. What if I don’t have enough to do this? What happens when that? Fear has a life of its own, it exists without justification. It pokes at me in the early hours;…