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Keeping the Boat Upright: Little Rituals of Grace

My musing started with toast and jam. An Asian-style, handleless cup of green tea sat beside me and a golden beeswax candle flickered within reach, while outside the morning sky shimmered with misty blues, but the scent and crackle of toast shifted my thoughts. Specifically, it was homemade spelt and emmer (einkorn) bread that I crisped under

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Coming Home: Wild Geese and A Poem in the Heart

In the cool morning air amid the coastal trees, the high desert of New Mexico seems a world away. I have returned from my personal retreat to dear Taos at the foot of the sacred mountain, and once again find myself at this small writer’s cottage I currently call home. Here at the edge of

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Gifts of Mortality: Appreciating Life

My mother died twenty-four years ago. It is odd to realize that she has been absent from my life longer than she was actually in it. Doesn’t seem possible, really. Last month as I rolled past my 47th birthday, it dawned on me that my mom was just a few years older than I am now

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The Morning Pages: A Creative Practice

There is a commotion of little birds outside. Along the old stone wall and on the wide flagstone steps, where I scatter golden grains of organic millet each morning (and usually again in the afternoon) when I greet the day, the winged ones are atwitter. Observing and listening to them, I am seated at the

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Spiritual Practice vs Soul Practice

So, there I was on Twitter, ‘tweeting’ my little heart out even though nobody is listening (yet) while trying to figure it out and learn my way around. Going through a list of authors in my head and seeing which ones might be on Twitter to follow, I stumbled across Thomas Moore’s profile. He wrote

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