I found myself drawn back to the ruin of St. Ciarán's Church at Glendalough. St. Ciarán was the anam cara (soul friend) of St. Kevin. His...

I am preparing to go on a pilgrimage with The Academy for Spiritual Formation. We'll be traveling to Ireland in early July, visiting...

Today is the feast day of St. Columba, the Irish monk who established the community of Iona in 565. Let me bless almighty God,whose power...

Yesterday in The Upper Room Chapel we held a service of celebration for Alive Now, the beloved publication which began in 1971 and ceased...

I saw the moon setting As I drove to work Early this morning. It hung over the horizon, Round and orange, Its beauty suspended Over the...

I come to the water, Broken, Depleted, Full of sadness. By the shore, I set my burdens down And paddle away Into the still beauty of the...

Hope to the desolate, Comfort to those who mourn, Presence to the lonely, the despairing. This new day, Let us be your hands, Your words,...

In my book of blessings I have the honor of sharing part of my maternal father's story. Tom Wilson and his family (brother Jack, sister...

With gratitude I traveled the holy path To Iona. Remembering the ones Who journeyed here by boat, Who scraped out lives From dirt, from...

I went to the graveyard At St. Cuthbert's Church today. Thousands of years of history In this quiet place. Above the church yard stands...

Wee cottage in the East Princes Gardens. I wonder who lives here? I could live here and watch the people Walking by on Sunday afternoon....

A Bless to Me prayer by Jack. Bless to me this morning in the Spring, This cool air that means The door can be left open (for a little while). Bless to me this door to the world At which I sit And smell And think And rest. Bless to me the new sounds, new smells From the deck From the forest From the neighbors. Bless to me the squirrels That come to eat or drink, The squirrels I love to chase, The squirrels so brave, The squirrels that taunt me With their little squirrel grins

Bless these hearts So tender and fragile, So easily broken, Bruised, torn. Bless these hearts That beat in compassion and hurt, In love...

What is this age thing? Numbers signifying time. Judgments from society, from my "committee" About the meaning of each new year?...

This tree, My companion In the front yard. You are the filter Through which I watch The winter sky. Sunrises, stars, The sliver of a moon...

I set out with the dogs On our early morning pilgrimage To the park and back. The dark sky is tinged with a faint pink. As we walk, the...

Christ, as a light illumine and guide me. Christ, as a shield overshadow me. Christ under me; Christ over me; Christ beside me on my left...

I sit at the kitchen table, work, And watch the birds. I take a break and snap a picture. The snow has come And the birds have nothing to...

The dawn is breaking after the longest night And my heart lightens, too With hope, with peace, With the knowledge that To you, "The night...

In the quiet of the morning I walk the dogs. Up and down the street we go. This day, the pre-dawn clouds Transform from gray to pink to...