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My Father’s Christmas Gift
One of my precious possessions is a picture. I am guessing that it cost about 29 cents at the time it was purchased. My father bought it as a gift for me for my first Christmas when I was six months old. The great Depression was at its depths. Not only was it courageous to have another baby in the face of hard times, but there were other things as well. For I came into a Depression within my own family – I was filling a poignant space left by my older sister, Mary Phyllis, w
The Healing Presence of the Holy Sophia
The very thought of the Holy Sophia brings comfort to the soul. The gentleness, the quiet enfolding of our inner space of our heart. That...
Grit, Grief and Grace
Friends, family, Countrymen, Fellow World Travelers, Spiritual World! Given the world we are living in now we could rightfully ask all...
What Child is This?
Spiritual and religious freedom. The modern soul resounds to that phrase. Many people today have no formal religious connections, while...
The Inner Light Of Christmas Birth
The Advent Spiral celebration is a profoundly simple, yet deeply touching winter festival – an inclusive and beautiful community sharing....
Mary Knew...She Still Knows
Christmas is holy and hard. It is full of warmth, hope and joy in seeing loved ones. It is delight in seeing the excitement of the...
Reflections on the Sistine Madonna
The Sistine Madonna is one of the greatest and noblest we are asked to see beyond the tantrums and ugly works of art in human...
An Easter Dream at White Feather Ranch
When we dream a vision of something wonderful, like a wedding or a special festival and imagine a picture of what we hope will happen and...
