Leonora
Leonora used a variety of pronouns to describe themselves and I tried to follow, but they gave me an old-man-pass and never burdened me, though their friends who were many still argue about what they demanded to be called.
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Catholicism
When my son McLean turned fourteen, he accused me of being a horrible mother. “Why didn’t you make...
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Dark, Early Morning
Who among your dead are with you still? And how? Do you know? How do their gifts flow through you?
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Hum the Apple
Long ago – actually, so far back into the distant past that to speak about this time seriously...
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Black Holes
When I held my son for the first time, the veil was especially thin, though I wasn’t ready for it. A moment that felt heavier than the sun. Studying his face, which was entirely new to me but somehow also entirely known, the light bent around us. We fell into some place, the two of us, squarely in this hole that I have been swimming in and out of ever since, the place where I stand as a binding thread between a boy and the grandfather he never met. As my son grows through ages and phases, I swim with the current of what could have been, wondering what they’d think of each other, what they’d say if they were to meet.
Read MoreThe Braided Way
The Braided Way is a framework to see every faith tradition as a strand, braided into a larger whole of spiritual awareness. In the Braided Way, combining spiritual practice from various faiths allow us to explore sacred experience and wonder in forms that resonate with our personal spiritual needs and sacred intuitions. In today’s culture, many people shun religious dogma, but yearn for spiritual connection. The Braided Way allows the ceremonies and practices of multiple faiths to be available without the confinements of cultural dogma.