Love grows where there’s room for it.
The one whose vocation is love lives in a narrative that is controlled by reality.
“My dishonesty with myself and others hinders the honesty of all humanity, hinders the progress of all people.” Journal entry on 2/12/12 In 2012 I
“A cricket chirped in the monastery’s library. That and the swish of a turned page, Thomas Merton’s “New Seeds of Contemplation,” was about it for
I am easily led to anxiety in unfamiliar situations. I don’t like to do things with other people, and though I recognize the necessity in
The towering redwoods of northern California have always mystified me. I’m constantly swept away with awe and wonder, as if I’ve rewinded my life back