The question occurred to me: Well, if that's so, if the Divine is ultimately formless and genderless, what's the big deal? Why all this bother?The bother is because we have no other way of speaking ab...
Solitude is a time for God and God alone. Who knows what can happpen when we focus only on God. In solitude, we sense our deep oneness with God and keep company with Him. Solitude is breaking through...
Later I would read Ursula K. Le Guin's comment: I am a slow unlearner. But I love my unteachers.
In the photograph by my bed my mother is perpetually smiling on me. I guess I have forgiven us both, although sometimes in the night my dreams will take me back to the sadness, and I have to wake up a...
I feel again the hunger to let go of my striving and find the ability to become content and still, intentionally superfluous, as writer Helen M. Luke puts it. I want a refuge from my old conquering se...
I can't think of anything I'd rather have more than somebody lovin' me.
Have you ever noticed the more you try not to think, the more elaborate your thinking episodes get?
Gazing into the mirror, I saw myself as I was-a black silhouette in the room, a woman whose darkness had completely leaked through.
For a moment I felt the quiet hungering thing that comes inside when you return to the pale of your origins, and then the ache of mis-belonging.
Embodiment means we no longer say, I had this experience; we say, I am this experience.
Elizabeth A. Johnson explains that including divine female symbols and images not only challenges the dominance of male images but also calls into question the structure of patriarchy itself.
Did you know there are thirty-two names for love in one of the Eskimo languages? August said. And we just have this one. We are so limited, you have to use the same word.
As writer Isak Dinesen put it, All sorrows can be borne if we put them in a story or tell a story about them.
And I was struck all at once how life was out there going through its regular courses, and I was suspended, waiting, caught in a terrible crevice between living my life and not living it.
A moment of grace. There rose up within me a profound sense of being loved. I felt gathered together and encircled by a Presence completely loving, as if I were enveloped by the music of a love song c...
You can't stop your heart from loving, really -- it's like standing out there in the ocean yelling at the waves to stop.
You can tell which girls lack mothers by the look of their hair...
Why should God’s perfection be based on having an unchanging nature? I asked. Isn’t flexibility more perfect than stasis?
Whenever I opened one, T. Ray said, Who do you think you are, Julius Shakespeare? The man sincerely thought that was Shakespeare’s first name, and if you think I should have corrected him, you are ign...
The truth is, in order to heal we need to tell our stories and have them witnessed...The story itself becomes a vessel that holds us up, that sustains, that allows us to order our jumbled experiences...