She was five when she plunked herself in front of the piano and proceeded to play Fur Elise…flawlessly. In contrast to the other medically needy children that we had fostered, Na Rae was from economically able and educated parents. The advanced technology, however, necessary to repair her fragile and sickly... [more]
This query about sacred space brought me many memories of remarkable places. Places recognized through space and time as holy sites, as thin places where the veil between this world and the sacred other is transparent and slight. I recalled walking the worn and ancient stone labyrinth in Chartres Cathedral... [more]
While allowing my mind to savor and roam through the idea of “Sacred Space,” several memories formed almost simultaneously. So much for roaming. . .
St. Meinrad Seminary. The first memory took place at St. Meinrad Catholic Seminary/Monastery in Southern Indiana. My good friend Joseph, who had... [more]
I first attended Meeting for Worship in a small house in Flagstaff, Arizona. When I entered the gathered meeting, there was a hush that felt palpable. The silence was like the cool, quiet of a cave; like a living thing, it embraced and supported me.
My first labyrinth walk... [more]
I have always been directionally challenged, and I’m thankful for this because twice when I was lost, I found something sacred.
Many years ago, I took a year off from nursing and lived in Great Britain. While touring France, I lost my way and somehow found myself in... [more]
When my son Eric graduated from college in Malibu, California, he took his first job as youth pastor of the church he had been attending for four years. I visited that church several times and was struck by something strange every time. The rather new, imposing, richly designed sanctuary of... [more]
Under a gray sky shaped like God’s hand
A sea shore gentle and fresh
Bright light from heaven shining through the sleeves
On precious kindred dear
Leaving tumult behind
A place of rest, rebirth and renewal
Of new-found realization that life’s journey need not be frozen in time
I worked for a week at a project near the town of Needles. Its purpose was to clean up an incursion of hexavalent chromium seeping underground toward the Colorado River upstream from where the City of Los Angeles draws its drinking water. But there was a problem. The local Mojave... [more]
Labyrinths have always been sacred space to me, whether I’m walking the path in silence or to quiet music, alone or with fellow travelers, seeking an answer to a challenging question or simply seeking a deeper connection with God. Walking the labyrinth takes me deep into a place of inner... [more]