Hello dear friends, I find myself on a flight back to the Pacific Northwest, a place that always feels like home. My month in New York City visiting family unexpectedly became a kind of pilgrimage, wandering through so many churches, each with its own story and mystery (almost all of them very empty). It’s been a wonderful treat, but I’m looking forward to home where the fresh pine air recharges my soul. I’m ready to relax into a roaring fire that pushes back against the rainy days. Soon I’ll be on the road again.
The East Village became home away from home this past month. It’s a different kind of energy—raw and unfiltered—very different from what I'm used to. Every day I crossed paths with people who were struggling to be kind to themselves... their pain palpable and often heartbreaking. I was moved to tears by a woman who just wanted to “go home, it was so easy there.” My heart went out to the woman with smeared makeup who wandered pantless into the middle of mass after what looked to be a night of blackout partying. In New York you see it all, nothing is held hidden.
The juxtaposition wasn't lost on me: The churches stood empty, while outside, the streets overflowed with a communal ache and loneliness. This trip reminded me how human it is to wrestle with our unmet need for self-love. I saw it in my own grown children who we were visiting.
But each church I stepped into reminded me that the antidote to self-rejection isn’t something we need to create or seek; it’s already within us… in our capacity to love God... that greater, unknowable something.
TO THE ONE WHO FELL OUT OF LOVE: It feels like the tragedies of life pulled you away from your Source of joy, but it's only your gaze that has wandered. Will you let yourself look again?
January vibes
Sleep, sleep, more sleep. It's January and we're miles from spring. Named for Janus and all about beginnings and transitions. New Year isn't January 1 for everyone. January's bird of the month. Happy actions calendar for January. Sweet January acoustic playlist.
SOMETHING TO GET MORE OF
Writers who remind us what it's like to fall in love with the divine
Many writers have softened and opened my heart over the years, and I'm eternally grateful that they put pen to paper and shared their innermost experiences. Today I picked five authors whose writings are like wisdom lanterns for me, lighting up this: no matter how much we resist it, we were made to fall in love with God.
Thomas Merton, a Trappist monk whose deep musings captured how he encountered and fell in love with the mysterious divine in nature and life.
Ronald Rolheiser, a pastoral, yet inclusive, writer whose writing bridged ancient and modern wisdom, uncovering God’s presence in everyday living.
Henri Nouwen, a soft, reflective writer who had a way of shifting our longing for God’s love to accepting God's love that's already there.
Rainer Maria Rilke, a poet who captured the ineffable mystery of God in a way that mirrors our inner yearning for the Infinite Beloved.
Rumi, the Sufi mystic who transformed longing and wonder into a joyful expression of divine love that transcends all boundaries.
INNER GOLD Through wise words and the silence between them, I fall deeply into the sacred mystery of love, discovering that I am both lover and beloved.
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His step is light,
and as he lifts his foot to stride ahead
a star is left behind,
to point the way to those who follow him.
(ACIM, W-134.12:5)