Two spiritual questions, like lines of latitude and longitude, currently crisscross to trace a “you are here star” in the mapped-out newness of now. One deals with appropriating wisdom, the other with the distance inherent in love.
I can remember the day: it was sunny, and windy enough for the long ends of my scapular, the hood that formed my habit’s outermost component, to whip around like a wind sock. I was making my way along the sidewalk that abuts Mepkin ...
At its most chaotic, life is a contest. And if the “world’s shittiest buddhist” contest were anything like “Miss America,” Descartes would win. Yeah, definitely Descartes. In the portion of the pageant when he stood, evening gowned ...
All teachers, perhaps to shore up their secret insecurities as educators, maintain a private list of favorite students. My list includes, but isn’t limited to: the first student I ever had a secret handshake with, the only student ever to ...