Harar Quixotic

We at the Community of All Saints planted catnip seeds on Ash Wednesday. They have yet to germinate. We know from experience this kind take...

I arrived in time for Terce.  There were four in attendance from the monastery, three professed, one perhaps a care taker. Their chant diffe...

St. John of the Cross translation, Chris Hooton On a dark night With anxieties and love inflamed Oh happy chance! I went out unobserve...

My deepest longing for growth in Spirituality fall into two categories: disciplines I have tried, love and have fallen out of practice, and ...

My first response is God is saying I'm a looser. Oh, he doesn't love me any less, and I'm his son and all that, but I'm a lo...

The night was dark as Judas walked the road from Bethany to Jerusalem. He had gone on ahead of the rest of the retinue.  He was headed to t...

In the second chapter, Don Quixote leaves on his first sally.   He does it before dawn, by the back door.   He sneaks away.   This comic sce...

Geography of Grace posits that grace like water flows downhill.   The stories of finding God in the hardest, poorest, and most op...

The roads wind around the mountainsides as they climb from Oaxaca City, north and east to Talea de Castro. Seven of us huddled in a rental...

This imagery floors me. From St. John of the Cross " En una noche escura." El aire del almena, cuando yo sus cabellos esparcía, co...