So much seems to be an emergency outside, but in here I am still just mom with son, cuddling on a Sunday morning.For the whole big wideness in us that sees and hears and knows, and for the focused presence, too that knows nothing more than what's in front of us.
The Right Way to Quarantine
I mean, I'm not an expert, but like... I got this.
Veils of Sabbath
Birth and death - however they happen - pull us into confrontation with the Otherness we spend much of our time ignoring.