Tag Archives: SoulStream
Maybe It’s Enough
Father James Martin asks, “What happens when you pray?”Cardinal Timothy Radcliffe, O.P. replies, “I wish I knew.“—The Spiritual Life Podcast You’re here, all the time. everywhere– in birdsong and silence, budding leaves and dead branches, a fist pump from a … Continue reading
Finding Us
What did I hear in that note that stunned me and sent me into the sock drawer, consumed with anger and hate? I heard: You are not enough, just as I had begun to skip along trusting that I was. As I walked with … Continue reading
Double Dutch
It’s bad enough when awareness comes in a look or a wondering with space to soften and say farewell to what I thought was real. But when I’m up to 97, 98, 99, 100 in Double Dutch and the blunt end raps my knuckles, stuns my … Continue reading
As If I Wasn’t Dying Inside
I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint.My heart has turned to wax; it has melted within me.–Psalm 22:14 (NIV) Jesus, on the cross, poured out like water bones out of joint heart turned to wax, … Continue reading
Awakening
I wake again with the weight of my world on my shoulders. I choose to get up, to do my knee strengthening exercises, to put drops in my aging eyes, to make coffee, and sit in the quiet with You. Ah, there it is. A constriction in … Continue reading
In Christ, I Rise
For you died, and your life is now hidden with Christ in God.— Colossians 3:3 Hidden in Christ, I rise. I leave the tomb of freedom and emerge awakened to Love. For an eternal moment, I tasted the completeness, the exquisite settledness of myself … Continue reading
Hidden with Christ in God
For you died, and your life is now hidden with Christ in God.–Colossians 3:3 (NIV) She is dead but not lost. She is hidden with Christ in God–consummated whole one decomposing and becoming soil. The grain of wheat fell to the earth and died. In the tomb of the earth, she is … Continue reading
Another Disguise
God comes to you disguised as your life. –Paula D’Arcy Dust to dust is not nothing to nothing as if dust were not precious, as if returning to dust meant our lives didn’t matter, as if we could disappear without a trace, as if God could … Continue reading
Room to Be
“Look at all your plants!” my guest said. “They’re so healthy.” Before I could stop myself, I recounted the story of my rare cactus who died because I misunderstood her. Later, as I walked to church, I noticed how I’m quick to balance … Continue reading
