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On my worst days, it is gravity I am most grateful for: the way the earth pulls at me from her core, yearns for me, keeps me pressed tightly...

  Because I signed up.  Because I sign up. Because I need help and support living well, finding meaning.  Because I find meaning here. Becau...

I've been listening to a lot of We Can Do Hard Things podcast with Glennon Doyle. And re-reading Untamed.  I think I just haven't be...

I'm feeling itchy and unsatisfied and panicked. Maybe I am unhappy. Maybe I don't know how to be happy. Maybe I only show up as myse...

  Jose Maresma Gear Up for Fitness 1. Emotional Awareness 2. Decentering from Negative Thought Patterns 3. Loving Kindness 4. Mindful Media ...

In this community, we hold hope close. We don’t always know what comes next, but that cannot dissuade us. We don’t always know just what to ...

  A voice from the dark called out,              ‘The poets must give us imagination of peace, to oust the intense, familiar imagination of ...

I know that you wish the work was done And you, with everyone you have ever loved, were on a distant shore, safe and unafraid. But remember ...

May the gift of leadership awaken in you as a vocation, Keep you mindful of the providence that calls you to serve. As high over the mountai...

Pulled in many directions by the demands of our days, we light this chalice to remind us of the still point deep inside. Made unsteady by th...

Amidst the swirl of life’s challenges, fears, and even moments of crisis, [We] make time to gaze at the night sky to see the vastness there,...

When they sing it is a kind of love, a pure-toned, full-bodied ringing born of friction. You could say it’s just a wingstroke that makes a p...

Anoche cuando dormía soñé ¡bendita ilusión! que una fontana fluía dentro de mi corazón. Dí: ¿por qué acequia escondida, agua, vienes hasta ...

 Something like:  "Sin is anything that divides us from our better selves, estranges us from our neighbors, or severs us from the groun...

 January 2000 I. Brown grows between my legs -- I am no longer a mother. Self can be constructed     deconstructed -- I can create and destr...

Long before the pandemic, the trees knew how to guard one place with roots and shade. Moss found how to hug a stone for life. Every stream w...

We all have the same little bones in our foot twenty-six with funny names like navicular. Together they build something strong— our foot arc...

Such has been the patient sufferance... We’re a mother’s bread, instant potatoes, milk at a checkout line; her three children pleading for b...

I had always imagined a hummingbird huddled      beneath a broad leaf           or a stout branch cringing from soaking rain drops      unti...

Water We tell the children tales of thunderstorms. Each May we drop rose petals into trickling acequia, invoke San Ysidro for good harvest, ...