Articles about Spirituality
“…I began changing my spiritual blueprints, confident that, in time, a shiny “new build” reality would materialize.”
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Written as part of a Method Writing Class with Jules Swales. Inspired by Rainer Maria Rilke’s Duino Elegies, Number 1.
“Birth certificates are death sentences. Signed, sealed, delivered. In between, the River I must roll, must roll, must roll.”
Yearning was written as part of a Method Writing Class with Jules Swales. Inspired by Rainer Maria Rilke’s Eighth Elegy in the Duino Elegies. “Nowhere, beloved, will satiation be found but within. In the heart’s cavern only, seen by none, celebrated by none, adored by none, the grail hides, a tabernacle clothed in invisibility.”
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“Nothing to do. Nothing to think. Nothing but relax. Wait for death’s scoop into heaven’s magic, the best, most free, most silent, most pregnant years of a life brimmed with work and responsibility.”
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On a walk among luminaria, I found evergreen magic. In the city block of my Phoenix neighborhood, on Christmas Eve and Christmas night we observe a tradition of lighting luminaria, votive candles in white sacks, placed along the edges of our sidewalks. I took a walk in the dark of Christmas evening to enjoy both…
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St. Hedwig’s Church was poised, expectant, still. My family, Ma, Dad, me, Laura, Carol, Michael, and James, filed into the church in a Polish neighborhood of Detroit for Midnight Mass on Christmas Eve. My father chose a pew near the high altar, and we scooted into the row between the creaky wooden benches, the rock-hard…
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There is a space no longer than the blink of an eye, between event and reaction. It is there that all manner of sacred possibility resides. The person on the end of the phone had just launched a bomb targeted at my inner peace. I gasped out loud. Words of retaliation marched to the tip…
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Ever-green Awe “We can’t pick a Christmas tree until it sings to me,” I said. Incredulous looks. Raised eyebrows. Pained expressions. My dear late husband, Jim, and my precious current husband, Bill, share a few common denominators, and one of them was disbelief that I listened to trees to discover which one wanted to grace…
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“Try to enjoy this time,” my obstetrician, Dr. Arvin said. Her curly brown hair bounced against her cheeks and her eyes sparkled with mirth. Awaiting the birth of my first, and only child, I was almost two weeks overdue. Mirrored in her glasses, I saw my cream-colored belly, as big as a house. The exam…
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“I’ve tried to forgive myself, God, but I can only come so far,” I said, in a heartfelt prayer to an autumn sky heavy with rain-soaked clouds. I knelt beside the Rose of Sharon bush that I’d planted next to the house in memory of my father-in-law. Summer blooms of white and purple flowers had…
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