A Dancing God

The Christmas message invites us to look for God in the fullness of life, in the bloody blessedness of a barn-yard birth. The venerable morphs into vulnerable. The eternal, infinite, divine, holy is hidden in a needy, fully-fleshed, bed-wetting, breast-sucking, infant god-child.

Dancing Mandalas

 This is the last lasting gift of dance, or creating a mandala, or gazing into the eyes of a child or being held in a nurturing embrace. It teaches us to value  those precious fleeting moments as the true treasure of a life well-lived.

The WONDER of it all.

My wish, indeed my continuing passion, would be not to point the finger in judgment but to part a curtain, that invisible shadow that falls between people, the veil of indifference to each other’s presence, each other’s wonder, each other’s human plight. Wallace Stevens, Pulitzer-winning poet, 1879–1955.

How to Increase the ‘Oh Wow!’ Factor in your life

Facebook friends never die apparently: I received a birthday notification yesterday of a friend who had died last year. Um. That is fine with me. I appreciated being reminded of his exceptional life, his resilience and  his courageous battle with cancer. Although I hadn’t known him long, he was the type of person who inspired … Read more