- some kind of honest rendering of the stuff of our lives (left)
- some kind of honest rendering of the stuff of our lives — middle
- some kind of honest rendering of the stuff of our lives — right
- these are significant graces
- There are no tidy conclusions or resolutions
- I find my own place in these deep rhythms
- a kind of awe and reverence and wonder
- a remarkable experience of grace
- When we’re are called to share not common pleasures but pain
- the richness of the silence
- the fact is we had little idea of what we were getting into
- it offered a more guided and comfortable sort of life
- wrapped in something bigger
- the wishful thoughts come
- a healing place
- we know we’ve been given an incredible gift
- I feel the infusion of hope and peace
- free to ignore moments of restlessness in my mind
- who will guard the door when I am sleeping?
- All of us are sailors adrift on its ancient swell
- Again a pure gift of grace
- I can’t stop this feeling there’s something more
- I often feel like I’m fighting to survive
- it takes a lot less to knock me out of kilter
- Navigation
- nurtured by a certain kind of pace and rhythm
- There have been times that I’ve been indifferent