An Incarnational Mysticism

In Pilgram at Tinker Creek, Annie Dillard describes a mystical experience in nature: “When her doctor took her bandages off and led her into the garden, the girl who was no longer blind saw ‘the tree with the lights in it.’ … one day I was walking along Tinker Creek thinking of nothing at all [Read More...]

Plunging into the sea of matter

I struggle with periodic bouts of existential despair.  I don’t mean depression.  Just periods when I question what the point of my life is.  When I ask, “Is all this really worth it?”  At times like this, I feel like this world is not enough, that I secretly long for … something else. I’ve blogged [Read More...]

Dionysus Torn to Pieces: or, Being the Allergic Pagan

As I am sitting here struggling to breathe because of my allergies which have turned into a cold, and I thought of a poem by Robert Graves, one of my favorites: Poised in air between earth and paradise Paradise and earth, confess which pull Do you feel stronger? Is it of homesickness Or of passion? [Read More...]


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