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Everyday Prophets

Everyday Prophets

Everyday Prophets When we think ‘prophetic’ we need not always think grandly about public tasks. . . It is the vocation of the prophet to keep alive the ministry of imagination. ― Walter Brueggemann, The Prophetic Imagination When I hear the word prophet, I often imagine a bearded man shouting out the Truth with a…
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2020 Radical Hospitality Series

2020 Radical Hospitality Series

Beyond Fear Helping Communities Choose Welcome Thurs., Feb. 27, 9a-3p The foundation of welcome is the inherent dignity of the human person, as created in the image and likeness of God. We are called to welcome others with a presence that is more than just polite and that extends beyond our reservations. We are called…
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Time to Pause, Move Toward the Center

Time to Pause, Move Toward the Center

Time to Pause We have a labyrinth in our backyard which, weather permitting, is where I do my walking prayer every day.  One day, while I was preparing for a group to come and join us for a walk, my husband caught this photo of our dog, Bella, sitting in one of her contemplative postures…
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Unpredictable: The Invitation to Come Home

Unpredictable: The Invitation to Come Home

Unpredictable: The Invitation to Come Home My summer had surprising experiences with several unpredictable happenings. My body was telling me in no uncertain terms to pay attention to my aging process. More than one round of issues with blood pressure and wellness told me that I needed to let go of a few events I…
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The Search for Vitality and Ways Spiritual Direction Can Help

The Search for Vitality and Ways Spiritual Direction Can Help

The Search for Vitality and Ways Spiritual Direction Can Help “I’ve had more energy around work this past month, but I’m worried because I feel some of that old intensity coming back.  I want to continue experiencing the vitality of living from my centered self.  I’m afraid that I will slip back into the old…
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What Discernment Means to Me

What Discernment Means to Me

What Discernment Means to Me Two questions have plagued me over the years: How does one bring God into the process of making decisions, and how does one know if a thought is appropriate? As a Benedictine Oblate, I knew of the Benedictine Center’s School of Discernment but did not immediately make the connection that…
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Being Real (Part 3): Earned Wisdom for My Five-Years-Ago-Self

Being Real (Part 3): Earned Wisdom for My Five-Years-Ago-Self

Recently, my long-time friend and colleague, Eily Marlow and I developed a day-long workshop called Being Real: Practicing Humility, Courage, and Authenticity in Everyday Life. The stories and the challenges that Eily and I shared as we were preparing for the workshop have stayed with me and continued to evolve over time. So have the lessons…
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Being Real (Part 2): Bridging the Gap Between Our Inner and Outer Lives

Being Real (Part 2): Bridging the Gap Between Our Inner and Outer Lives

Recently, my long-time friend and colleague, Eily Marlow and I developed a day-long workshop called Being Real: Practicing Humility, Courage, and Authenticity in Everyday Life. The stories and the challenges that Eily and I shared as we were preparing for the workshop have stayed with me and continued to evolve over time. So have the lessons…
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Ice Break: Annotated Selections from a Book of Poems

Ice Break: Annotated Selections from a Book of Poems

Ice Break: Annotated Selections from a Book of Poems Writers too infrequently have the opportunity to witness people in the act of receiving their work. I was recently afforded that privilege as I shared a poetry reading with my friend and colleague Victor Klimoski. The experience encouraged me to annotate a handful of poems for…
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Being Real (Part 1): Learning to Swim By Swimming

Being Real (Part 1): Learning to Swim By Swimming

When I turned 30, I decided that I wanted to complete a triathlon. One problem: I did not know how to swim. I wasn’t scared of the water and I could stay afloat, but the most fruitful results of my childhood swim lessons were a goofy-looking breast stroke that didn’t involve putting my head under the water and a “little bird, big bird, fly.” The latter was basically laying on my back, flapping my arms, and propelling myself (slowly) through the water. These were not the ways of a triathlete.

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