Tag: prayer


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....

bailing our hay


The farmer next door bails his grass in massive bails the size of a Volkswagen Beatle Bug.  They are neatly bound and I always marvel at the precise nature by which the machinery bails the messy piles of cut grasses into these neat, tidy bails.  It is fun o climb...

Another Lord’s Prayer


God, you are The Supreme Existence. We, and all creation, are in you; and you are in us. “Father” is not who you are, as much as Cosmos, or perhaps, Supreme Lover of Souls. You exist in what we call “heaven” because we have no language which fits time outside...

An Advent Prayer


In these last days of Advent, guide me to this child careening towards me. Prepare my heart for this welcome salvation. Make my soul a stable. Make my heart a cave. Remind me that something wonderful is about to happen. Don’t let the busyness of the season destroy the silent...

dust balls and tears


Addictions flare up in the weeks just prior to Christmas like mountainside wildfires on a dry, windy day.  Our run-of-the mill addictions like alcohol and porn, food and internet surfing, shopping and being-right - well, those addictions will flare up for sure, but they usually end up bringing clear pain...

party no matter what party you are from


On the Sunday night after the election, in the smokey darkness of the great cathedral nave of our church, people gathered. They gathered because they always do, but only half of them.  The other half of them arrived never having visited before.  Can you imagine?   Arriving for a church service...

Smoke


Smoke rises. Smoke has always risen. Yesterday it curled upward from the top of our altar in the cathedral nave as we held open our church for prayers during the election. Smoke will rise again today too. That’s what smoke does. It rises. All day long, we sat in that...

huddled by a door, face protected from the wind


This is an East door of the cathedral.  A homeless woman is sleeping there with hear head protected by the stones of our cathedral.  She had approached me earlier that day and I tensed, assuming she would be asking me for money and I hate being asked for money by...

letting God kiss us


  "But what happens when we open our eyes and see the face of God looking down at us, smiling, delighted with us, sitting in the lotus position in the leaves above our head and looking down into our face upside-down, smirking. Leaning in to kiss our forehead, and smooth...

Jesus


When I wake up in the morning I feel like he looks.  Determined.  Resilient, Trusting nobody. Standing tall even in a onesy. This photo was taken by my Dad when I was one. 1964.  Not much has changed. But then I sit, as my adult self, and I pray. When...