I recently stood with some friends in front of a painting by Lucas Cranach at Friedenstein Castle in Gotha, Germany....
We are cloud gazers and want to remain so forever. There is no more heavenly image of the glory of...
Sometimes, everyday life is better than secluded meditation to get to the bottom of one’s own soul. When we talk about thinking, feeling, and willing, I see a dance—I think of my soul as something that manifests and expresses itself in movements. But there are days when it seems more...
The Protestant aid organization Bread for the World published the Atlas of Civil Society last week. The book documents in...
Jean appears, hand outstretched and a shining hat of light on his head—a special hat that perhaps only I can...
Unexpectedly, twilight filled the room. “What do you want?” I asked. “Care, attention. Simply look.” I did. For three months, I gazed into the night, felt its impenetrability, sensed its pull and rejection, stared into the somberness. Saw nothing but vague shapes, blurring into one another. Neither contour nor color....
The days are turbulent. My thoughts are restless and peaceless. Agitated, they’re like birds of prey, circling incessantly around the...
Intimacy is within and without. In the aridity and solitude of the desert, I am thrown back on myself, while...
As we celebrate Ita Wegman’s 150th birthday, we will look at photographs, at her letters and writings. But what if we also think of Ita Wegman’s hands? What were her hands like? Were they large or small, strong, soft, sensitive, fast, or slow? What were the hands and feet like...
Just after the sun sets, the two brightest planets, Jupiter and Venus, can be seen shining in the western sky...
I believe that every person has their own secret to staying young; it’s their secret pact with life. We let...
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