We have to broach the wordless, though, so we can share it. With November, I can pull you by the hand and say, “Come see.” The wordless is invisible, so I must tell you. This may explain my longtime religion, its libraries of eloquent prayers and liturgies. For me, they are foliage: dazzling me with beauty, confusing me with clutter.
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I spent summers on my grandparents’ farm from the time I was five years old and slaughtered my first chicken. I was curious about everything. Grandmother was Amish and grandfather was Mennonite, and both took silence seriously. My grandfather seldom talked and demonstrated how to do things instead of explaining things. My grandmother would insist I help in the fields and farm. I wasn’t going to be able to ask either of them anything. I had to learn by on my own by reading books written for adults. I also had to listen into the silence in order to try to hear “that of God.”
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When my son McLean turned fourteen, he accused me of being a horrible mother. “Why didn’t you make...
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Some people would take offense at the idea that religion is play. Religion, they would say, is...
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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.