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Church at the Mall on Sunday

We were in the mall last Sunday afternoon and took lunch in the food court. Sounds of children playing on a nearby carousel competed against the din of the crowd socializing there. It was hard...

Babies See God

When I was a baby, I knew how to hide in the space between electrons. People saw me bouncing and laughing, but they had no idea where I was hiding. Even today when I go...

In Praise of Fools

Recently, I met someone new. At first glance, due to his profession and appearance, he reminded me of three people I had been close to years before. Immediately, my mind decided that he was...

‘Ishq (In English and Arabic)

'Rubaiyat' of Omar Kaiyyam, 'Hour of Grace,' by Edmund Dulac, Yale University Library Collection   Because your sighs have fermented my blood, I need no wine. My name on your lips is the longest Sura. I begin the...

The Bow Of Love

Love bent down to listen to what was in your heart, and found only good there —that you wished to impart.   Love then became a rainbow that bridged the infinite sky, to bring to others all that it had heard, so...

Spring Rituals and Lessons for Writing (and vice versa)

Spring offers the possibility of renewal, and many spiritual rituals have this idea at their center.  The secular culture, too, embraces spring with the rite of cleaning, a chance to remove clutter and air...

Talking with Jesus at Starbucks

I sit down at a table in Starbucks, waiting for a friend.  There’s a fairly scruffy guy probably in his mid-60’s sitting alone with his pack of cigarettes reading a newpaper at the table next...

The Mnemosyne Weekly: Poem Twenty-Three (Berry)

Original Post: http://melissastuddard.blogspot.com/2012/08/the-mnemosyne-weekly-poem-twenty-three.html    Wendell Berry "The Peace of Wild Things" Photo Credit: Dan Carraco   I believe in serendipity, destiny, and what is meant to be. Not too long ago my friend Paula Todd King suggested this poem for The Mnemosyne Weekly, and then,...

The Mnemosyne Weekly: Poem Twenty-Four (Jeffers)

"Praise Life" Robinson Jeffers First, just let me say that, without question, there should be more postage stamps of poets. I'm sure all of you reading this entry would agree--and you might even tell me that...

How I Met My Brother at an Interfaith Conference

I was volunteering at the registration table for an interfaith conference where I would be leading a workshop.  The conference organizers had generously offered workshop leaders the opportunity to display educational materials, and my...