Tag: healing


Face-to-face


It is early in Holy Week and though I am no longer going to church, I am very much involved in the Way Jesus is walking this week.  Without tarting up the experience with liturgical window-dressing and other people’s words from other people’s pulpits, I find myself, in the deep...

Silence and Healing


Living, as I did, in an abusive parental system, I found my refuge in books even at four and five years old. Part of the way through my large, beloved lap-book of Sleeping Beauty, or perhaps it was Snow White, there was an illustration which so terrified me that I...

The Solitary


The Cairn is an old Scottish Gaelic term for a pile of rocks.  This one, not far from my retreat house was formed by some Buddhist monks for whom the pile has a slightly different meaning, and yet the use of piled stones in so many different cultures interests me....

God touched me there


This is kai-the-dog.  He goes where I go but mostly he sleeps or naps or lays there watching me to be sure I am ok. He hates to have his picture taken -looks off as if to be sure to disincline the photographer of taking the picture.  I am his...

our inner wailing


Recently I was in the grocery store and heard a child crying.  She was riding in her mother’s grocery cart, weeping bitterly over some lost thing.  As I got closer I could not help overhearing her whimpering speech. “I want my dolly.” She said.  “You lost it at the beach...

The Mathematician


My observation is that life and the planet seem to have a kind of perfect mathematics to them which reveal, to me, a God.  I no longer believe that the God is anything like what we write about or talk about or picture in stained glass just as I would...

keening


My spiritual director, one of the three crones I mentioned earlier in a recent blog, told me about keening. I have never heard of this ancient Christian, Celtic practice.  She  explained that in the ancient Christian Celtic monasteries, some would have a room set aside for keening.  Women would go...

Friendship: Easter antidotes


Friends gathered around me recently and hosted me for dinner.  They made me a meal, poured me scotch - expensive scotch, even though they knew I could not taste it - and then, after dinner, they sat me down with evident excitement and read to me as the cool night...