winter

We know [God] in the breaking of bread, and we know each other in the breaking of bread, and we are not alone anymore.

...we need to find ways of sharing our intimate experiences of the Mystery, for we are one. It is through one another that we will know more of the Life that flows within us all. It is through sharing our fragments of insight that we will come to a fuller picture of the One who is at the heart of each life.

It is unusual a mailbox chokes you up, and because there are too many probable causes—not for the mailbox: for my being choked up—let me simply tell you it was the phrase affixed in those janky silver sticker letters, usually used for a name or address, a little crooked, the V and W peeling slightly, the phrase itself leaning back, lounging, or maybe almost indiscernibly ascending:
TRAVELERS WELCOME

Stay with me,
Remain here with me
Watch and pray,
Watch and pray

The older I get, the more convinced I am that the space between people who are trying their best to understand each other is hallowed ground.

We must love them both—those whose opinions we share, those whose opinions we don't share. They've both labored in the search for truth and have helped us in finding it.

In surrender I clear a space in which something new can grow. I place my faith in something larger than me. I trust.

Someone who is filled with ideas, concepts, opinions and convictions cannot be a good host. There is no inner space to listen, no openness to discover the gift of the other. It is not difficult to see how those "who know it all" can kill a conversation and prevent an interchange of ideas. The more mature we become the more we will be able to give up our inclination to grasp, catch, and comprehend the fullness of life and the more we will be ready to let life enter into us.

The answer was overwhelmingly consistent: beauty appears when something is completely and absolutely and openly itself.

Life shrinks or expands according to one's courage.