He showed me a little thing the size of a hazelnut, lying in the palm of my hand, and to my understanding it was as round as a ball. I looked at it and thought, ‘what may this be?’ and I was answered generally thus, ‘it is all that is made’. I marveled at how it… Continue reading Your World in the Palm of Someone Else’s Hand
Some of my first language and conversation about discovering an inner landscape of prayer came through the poems in my high school Norton Anthology; yes, the one that was thick as the fabled Sears Catalogue of yesteryear. One voice caught me from the start – William Butler Yeats, a sort of Irish, Revolutionary, New-Age mystic… Continue reading The Choice
I remember vividly my first months of discerning the call of Christianity as an adult; I was haunted by the notion of martyrdom, and whether I would have the "salt" to allow myself to submit to physical pain for the sake of the faith. A good friend, in a rather off hand comment, said one… Continue reading Shepherds and Sheep Dogs 2
This is a brief sketch of one of my earliest mentors in the life of prayer and listening to God - Reginald Somerset Ward. He was unlike most spiritual mentors in that he sought desperately not be recognized in the general public as a guru or "master"; something I find commendable in the day of… Continue reading Into The Deep – RSW
The Carpenter's Nail 