Do Birds Still Sing in Gaza
Writing at my neighborhood café. Early morning as a raven sails on the wind’s currents high above. I pause, lost in the beauty, the grace of this bird. My spirits…
Writing at my neighborhood café. Early morning as a raven sails on the wind’s currents high above. I pause, lost in the beauty, the grace of this bird. My spirits…
So often the seeker wonders, “What is God’s will for me?” Others may pose the question a bit differently: “What is for my soul’s Highest Good? Am I living in…
When I was a very little girl, I watched my Granny, seated in her rocking chair, softly reciting her prayers to Mother Mary. Her hands rhythmically moved over the beads…
In this moment, perhaps grief is all we can share -- silence--a mourning beyond sound and words. Perhaps our tears flow into one cleansing stream as musicians channel our deepening…