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.

  • Purity

    Purity

    “Oh, I hope it snows!” Rosemary exclaimed, clapping her mittened hands with excitement. “Me, too!” rejoined her sisters, practically skipping across the parking lot as the wind threatened to unhat us.

  • Dust You Are

    Dust You Are

    Someday I, too, will be transfigured, my righteous wings billowing behind me, the symbol of my mortality and willingness to suffer offered up on a platter like a Thanksgiving fowl. These days, though, I’m exhausted.