Sixty Miles to Quiet

A sense of deep peace envelopes your entire being as you come into the green fields surrounding a small cluster of buildings at the heart of the Holy Cross Abbey in Berryville, Virginia, 60 miles away from Washington DC. Once you park and leave your car behind, a startling realization dawns on you: it is… Continue reading Sixty Miles to Quiet


Waiting for a Train 

Waiting for a train is beautiful; may I tell you about the magic of these deep waiting moments? Perhaps waiting is one of the few last opportunities left in our hectic lives for not feeling rushed, for not feeling that (or as if) we have to run somewhere. Right now, your train is late and… Continue reading Waiting for a Train 

Catching Myself

Sometimes, in the midst of a timeless, eternal experience, I catch myself thinking about things utterly modern and earthy. I might be in the middle of heartbreakingly beautiful service at a Cathedral. I might be in the mountains, feeling the breath of the cold wind in my face, marveling at the overwhelming majesty surrounding me.… Continue reading Catching Myself

Silver Lining

   I looked up at the sky - and froze in astonishment: an enormous cloud of pigeons was flying right over me, playful and free in the chilly October wind. There was an immense grace in their movement. They existed as one wave, strong and beautiful - not as a multitude of birds, each with… Continue reading Silver Lining

Friday Wish

   Happy Friday everyone. Have you noticed that the sun is shining? That it's tender summer?That life is full of moments of unexpected delight and that the universe is inhabited with subjects deep and fascinating, just waiting for us to discover them? That there is profound joy in a smile of a stranger and in… Continue reading Friday Wish

Paying Attention

   I might have looked at this bridge a thousand times before. And yet, there always are ways to see new beauty in it - and in all things.  My job is simply to be on the lookout for new perspectives, new ways to see, new reasons to experience wonder. All I have to do… Continue reading Paying Attention

Apple Bread

My 13 year old step daughter says: “When I grow up and get married, I am only going to have one kid.” And then adds, when I gently prod her for an explanation, “Because when you have only one, you can pay more attention to them.” It’s a lovely winter day. Maybe not entirely lovely… Continue reading Apple Bread