Spirituality

Goodbye, Gluttony! Dispatch from a Contemplative Thanksgiving

Breaking the tradition of feasting, with or without family, I attended my first contemplative Thanksgiving last week in Boulder, CO.  Despite my excitement at the concept, the brainchild of a fellow on Meetup.com, anxiety...

Improv as Spiritual Practice

I just passed the half-way point of an improvisational acting class, my first in many years. I enrolled out of a desire to have fun and practice spontaneity.  While “practicing spontaneity” might sound like...

Reclaim the Divine Feminine: Connect to Your Creative Spirit | New Workshop for 2014

A Six Week Series led by Jude Rittenhouse When: Begins Tuesday, March 25, 2014,  7 pm (Eastern Time) Whether you write, paint, draw, sing, cook, raise children, dance, take care of elderly parents, run a household or a...

Our Victory

If there is ever a book that saves us it will be a contemplation of Love without pretext or association with idols. It will be about knowing the mystery is boundless and choosing life...

A Mixed Lineage

This past weekend I meditated with Susan Piver as I participated in her Open Heart Project Virtual Retreat (susanpiver.com). Susan is a terrific meditation teacher, and I have been using her beautifully-voiced instructions in...

Grandfather Now

The shift has happened: it was you. Catch up to your wave and ride it through the ocean of Presence. No need to appropriate the culture of an ancient tribe. The hollow in your chest...

The Necklace

Excerpt from Ecstatic Healing by Margaret De Wys September 1993: Rhinebeck, New York It began with a string of beads. Large, rounded, wooden beads painted white. The string was perhaps two feet in length--a simple, unadorned...

DISSOLVING INTO GOODNESS

"The Kingdom of Heaven is poured out all over the earth and men don't see it." ~Jesus, 'Gnostic Gospel of Thomas' I. The distance between heaven and earth is less than the diameter of a photon....

Where Creativity Resides

Kishkes is a Yiddish—originally Russian—word for guts or intestines. My immigrant grandparents considered kishkes in a sausage-like form to be a delicacy that I never dared to taste.  My father, who grew up speaking...

Tendonitis as Spiritual Teacher

Until last autumn, when I overused one of my tendons while walking 520 miles of the Camino de Santiago (The Way of St. James) in Spain, I had never sustained a mobility-impairing injury.  While...