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Laura
The Ladder Rabbi Moshe (of Kobryn) taught: It is written: "And he dreamed, and behold a ladder set up on the earth." That "he" is every man. Every man must know: I am clay. I... More »
Laura
Sometimes I bristle at the notion of goals, am resistant to the idea of having them. But really I do have them. I want to feel greater satisfaction and fulfillment in my job, maybe moving... More »
Laura
This evening I went for a walk in my thin place. It's a badly paved country road swooping along a slight incline with stretches of meadow on either side. I approach it by a... More »
Laura
These are from Maurice Manning's book of poetry, Bucolics. I heard him read at Reinhardt College in Waleska, Georgia, not far from here, several years ago.. He's a fine poet and one of my favorites.... More »
Laura
What kinds of words might the kudzu whisper to the magnolia branches as it overtakes them? I imagine them to be syllables of consolation and care, spoken with tenderness despite the encroachment of vine... More »
Laura
Birdwings Your grief for what you've lost lifts a mirror up to where you're bravely working. Expecting the worst, you look, and instead, here's the joyful face you've been waiting to see. Your hand opens... More »
Laura
Prayer and love are learned in the hour when prayer becomes impossible and the heart has turned to stone. --Thomas Merton
Laura
Cry Easily Keep your intelligence white-hot and your grief glistening, so your life will stay fresh. Cry easily like a little child. --Rumi translated by Coleman Barks
Laura
We have to sleep with open eyes; we must dream with our hands. --Octavio Paz
Laura
Shuffling books around a little while ago I ran across Stephen Mitchell's anthology of sacred poetry, The Enlightened Heart. Opening it at random I encountered one of my favorite poems. As kingfishers draw fire, dragonflies draw... More »
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