February 1, 2010

Everything is lighted. In the beginning, this is clear. In nature, we tip our face to the sun and our small light is renewed by the timeless light. Often, as we enter the realm of others, our small light serves as a lantern softening and illuminating everyone we look at; especially the dark ones who are blocked from their own light. Of course, we take turns being blocked and dark or open and lighted. This is the power of kindness,… Read more

January 25, 2010

I’m at an age where those I’ve known for years are dying. Some go quick, like snow on a warm day. Some more slowly; as if every week is a tide that takes them farther and farther away. To lose someone you know is to be seized by an invisible hand that pulls a clump of earth from your heart. Only after months is it possible to realize—there is more room to feel. Now I see your faces in the… Read more

January 15, 2010

The island of self I return to is washed of all edges, completely smooth, as if all the loss and struggle never happened. When a stranger asks how I came to be here, I have no way to light the stories of being saved from myself into a fire that can warm us. No way to paint the joy of being here across the sky. I only know that no island is separate below. Only an island in what it… Read more

January 8, 2010

I have lost my way, but have found the small fire which can never go out, though we are terrified it will. When I first came, I passed you by. I passed the sap oozing from the maple as I passed the truth seeping from the quiet ones. Now birds out of view cry and I know they speak for spirits long gone from the earth. Now when strangers bump and ask, I hesitate, not holding back, but unsure which… Read more

January 4, 2010

The Givers Once the doctors broke their huddle, her uncle leaned in, “What would you like?” The little girl beamed, “A white piano!” It took him three weeks but he had one waiting in her room. She played it every day like the medicine it was. And the guitar player stopping for water on his way through Virginia, hearing the gas station owner on the phone, “I got no choice. I gotta put ’em down.” The young man keeps telling… Read more

December 21, 2009

The Three Intentions blog will feature regular updates from our authors about messages that are central to the work we’re doing and the ideas we’re wanting to share. Read more

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