Category Archives: Healing

The furnace broke last night, coldest night of the year. We were up after midnight for hours seeing if we could jump-start it, and ended up just giving everybody extra blankets. The house is very cold today. My fingers are numb typing. I stop every few sentences, grab the coffee mug with both hands, andContinue reading “Advent Travels: When in Doubt”

Yesterday it snowed a little as the sun set: prismatic flurries tracing faded planes of light down western hills slowly darkening. I stood shivering on the front porch, breathless and grateful, now and then remembering to take a sip of coffee. I cannot bear the loveliness sometimes; I cannot compass the love the loveliness reflects.Continue reading “Advent Travels: Admitting the Wound”

Reading Humberto Maturana taught me that love was not a feeling but a state of being, a way of giving attention to life that was creative and nurturing, that was, in and of itself, life-giving. Through Maturana I discovered that love was inherent and fear alien, and that it was possible to be happy inContinue reading “Advent Travels: Behind the Barn”

Sawicki says that whatever Christ is, it is contagious (Seeing the Lord 327). What does this mean? When you say “whatever Christ is” you are tacitly saying you don’t know what Christ is. But when you say “Christ is contagious” you are boldly claiming a deep understanding of the experience of Christ. In a senseContinue reading “Advent Travels: What Dancing Looks and Feels Like”

In the fourth dialogue in Dialogues on A Course in Miracles, Tara Singh asks a good question: what did you do today in which there were no illusions? Some people say, “the wilderness” is a symbol, a metaphor, a word being a word. The real question is to what does it point? I can’t decideContinue reading “Advent Travels: Snakes and Hotel Windows”

It’s hard sometimes to think helpfully about the void. I have a lot to learn myself. I don’t think the void is a question of belief, but I am glad there are folks willing to wonder if it might be. They simultaneously remind me of my spiritual poverty and justify the optimism that allows meContinue reading “Advent Travels: A Cool Drum Solo”