Tag: The Sacred Ordinary

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A liturgy of the small. Here, we find the heartbeat of the infinite within the rhythm of our chores, the scent of the earth, or the shared gaze of a passing creature. It is the practice of recognizing that the “mundane” is not a barrier to the sacred, but the very vessel that holds it.

  • 15 Minute Relationships

    15 Minute Relationships

    I doubt that even Warhol would have predicted the notoriety offered by social media, where anyone with a smartphone can be famous, humans reduced to mere bytes, frozen like embryos for later revivification.

  • Weeds

    Weeds

    Reflections on the flagrantly honest charm of being a small thing with great love.

  • Brown Jesus

    Brown Jesus

    Since that day when games at Nana’s transmogrified into lessons in truth and atonement, there are more historically accurate depictions of Jesus in my home, even if the Christian church has yet to change theirs.

  • Amid the Cold of Winter

    Amid the Cold of Winter

    Thoughts on the gifts of cold, darkness, and suffering.

  • How the Light Gets In

    How the Light Gets In

    “Start again,” I heard them say, “Don’t dwell on what has passed away or what is yet to be.” — Leonard Cohen

  • Attending to the Vision

    Attending to the Vision

    In this great pilgrimage of life, we land in darkness before long, and sometimes it’s a darkness so great we can’t see the hands in front of our faces. We wonder if we even have hands, or feet.

  • If Ever Bliss Was

    If Ever Bliss Was

    Birth is important, and what happened before birth is important, but most important of all is what happens afterward.

  • Bread of Life

    Bread of Life

    The incense is heady, frankincense and myrrh, recalling a bone-deep connectedness to ancient rites and mysteries as old as humankind. Modern research has discovered that burning frankincense activates areas of the brain that relieve anxiety and depression.

  • As If It Would Never End

    As If It Would Never End

    Every moment I spend by myself is a resurrection […] every single bit is like life was when time stood still.

  • Twelfth Night

    Twelfth Night

    During medieval times, Twelfth Night was the biggest celebration of the year. It was a night for merrymaking and revelry.