Something has to give

My Jewish friends tell me that arguing with God is par for the course. That it should be done early and often. That such wrangling—a good scolding now and then—is good for the soul and for my spiritual relationship. I was raised Roman Catholic. Not only did we not argue with God, we even capitalized…

What hovers between us

I make mistakes Loudly and proudly Yet softly and with repentance even as I go I let the ordinary of the world intrude And then I remember I am not here for the usual Different eyes, a multi-colored lens, Both a blessing Or a curse It may depend on the day It is the way…

Past tense be damned

The world lost a dear, kind, bright soul this weekend and is the lesser for it. Those of us lucky enough to have known her are infinitely “more” for the experience. A little brighter, a little wiser. I wasn’t going to write about Tersea’s passing. I’ve written about her before in August when she was…

A house of cards

Talking to a friend recently whose life is being upended, I mentioned how nice it was that at least her career was settled. With everything else in flux, she has a stable port in which to rest. “I never seem to be offered that,” I commented. When change happens in my life, it tends to…

An invisible thread

An invisible thread connects those who are destined to meet, regardless of time, place, or circumstance. The thread may stretch or tangle, but will never break. –Chinese proverb Before I share with you a few incidences of unusual connection—of threads that continued or appeared in a way our human brains might question–I feel the need…

On little (lost) lambs

It was the Our Fathers that usually elicited gasps. Growing up Catholic and attending 12 years of Catholic school provides one with a host of memories. I think of them now in sensory fashion. The smell of wet wool skirts in the winter when snow fluttered down to dampen my plaid jumper during recess. The…

The director’s cut

The young doctor was attempting to verbally corral my mother, to no avail. “But you see, Mrs. B . . . “ “No, I don’t see, young lady. I don’t see your point at all.” “The episode you had was a . . . “ “Don’t say the word. Don’t say it again. I’m not…

Oh Wise One

Let’s talk about our wisest selves. The self that speaks as if she is your favorite aunt, best friend, New Age guru and sweet grandmother all wrapped up into a neat, powerful ball of love. I hope you have one. Or should I say, I hope you have met your Wise One. We all have one…

Achieving the opposite of a spiritual quickie

I have finished something that has taken me more than 20 years to accomplish. You’re thinking weighty here, aren’t you? Substantial. Meaty. Like authoring a book. Building a dream home. Retiring in your 40s. Ha. I’ve finished reading “A Course in Miracles.” Just the Text portion, that is. You are holding your applause, aren’t you?…