Spirituality

Trinity

In the begin­ning, God looks into the mir­ror of his own Spirit and sees Christ as the bril­liant sun. This mir­ror is the womb of eter­nal silence and the Mother of God, for even God is moth­ered by a Spirit inside. Now Christ looks...

Meditations on Bread and Wine

I.  According to Zoroastrian legend, Ahura Mazdao bestowed upon Zarathustra a remarkable gift. It came to him in a dream: a golden knife cutting open the earth. The plough. Agriculture, that is, is a...

The Mystical “Three”

Time and again, the rays of divinity manifest in varied forms and consecrate the earthly pastures. They are the flowers of the same garden and spread the fragrance of divine love. But we have...

12 Words of Holy Days Issue of TIFERET

12 Words of Holy Days Issue of TIFERET The imagination plays vividly in the holiday season's dance between light and dark, spirit and the material world. So, this year we want fiction stories that touch...

Lupercalia: alias Valentine’s Day

The poet who planted his soul in death's green childhood has spoken the rose of February. Winter whispers among the wolves, 'You can only anticipate the past.' Talon-footed April gouges the tombs of Autumn...

Lent 2012 Ash Wednesday

  "The Prodigal Son" Rembrandt Harmensz van Rijn Turning away from attachments signifies a change of heart. In the Parable of the Lost Son (Luke 15:11- 32), Jesus portrays vivid images of the human experiences of...

Should We Nudge Toddlers to Learn Passover’s Four Questions?

Why could this Passover be different for my family this year than last? Our son is now 3. He can speak in complete sentences. He can sing several Hebrew prayers, and he mimics well....

My God Is Out Of Control

Amidst the dazzling exhalation of exploding supernovae and the passionate in-breath of black holes, galaxies whirl wildly while God, vastly smiling, spins on one centripetal toe at the center of all, shouting, "WTF is...

Violence is here, and it is us

More than 20 years ago, when I lived in Budapest, a ringing telephone woke me one morning and I stumbled across the room to answer.  Disoriented and groggy, I lifted the receiver and through...

After a Death, an Ant Reminds Me to Choose Life

A writer I admired passed away on Saturday, March 2.  I met Robyn Richey Piz in a class at Lighthouse Writers Workshop in Denver, and she invited me to join a writing salon.  I...