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Oh my . I've found the poet that fuses physics and spirituality in an intricate dance. I'm so infused with spirit, I think this is ...

Having come full circle on "going to church," I find myself trying again to name the thing that I'm once again admitting to my...

Now a popular hymn, this poem, "Mother Spirit, Father Spirit" was written by a Czech minister after he was taken by the Gestapo to...

This is my song, o God of all the nations, A song of peace for lands afar and mine. This is my home, the country where my heart is; Here are...

I forget how much wisdom is out there to remember. From his amazing Letters to a Young Poet , the ever-wise Rilke : [H]ave patience with e...

Courtesy Lisa (thank you!): How would it have been for us had they who taught the universe every bleary Sunday morning included with Hebrews...

Several trips to the dentist to replace a crown, and I'm left spinning thinking about teeth. Bones protruding from our fleshy gums. Was...

I'm underwater in another life-transition stage. But suddenly I feel like I'm always saying that. It's a perpetual state, and I...

“As we act, let us not become the evil we deplore.” -- Congresswoman Barbara Lee, in voting against the resolution for war in Iraq

Having come to the end (for now) of my academic quest, I'm finding myself thirsty these days for spiritual stories. There's a deadn...

From a beautiful sermon (9/10/06) by Rev. Christine Robinson of First Unitarian Church : When you embrace change as the not-always-easy fu...

The new grass rising in the hills,  the cows loitering in the morning chill,  a dozen or more old browns hidden  in the shadows of the cott...

Okay, so I found myself having one of "those" conversations this week. You know, the one where you find yourself spewing self-help...

I'm a product of having been marinated in family codependence and addiction. I'm imprinted with it, ever affected by it, and that le...

Talking last night to friends about the balance of thought -- analytical, task-driven, haphazard, pin-ball kind of thought and dreamy, fleet...

We watch hate billow upward in the east the way we analyze a coming storm, reflexively picking up an umbrella to shield ourselves from the w...

Strangest night. Surrounded by people and a party I just can't get into. What does it mean when you're more motivated, energized, an...

My new pet topic. I'm panicking because the University library has finally recovered from fire enough to know that I still have books ch...

Real job now. Fear of losing said job for blogging during work makes mjae a dull girl. But this month only, I live the life I dream of. I t...

from Slate.com Click here to listen to Patricia Traxler read this poem. The dead are not dead yet. Always they take their time, and we wait...