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At Christmas, it's not the money that counts

Soul Seeing: I don't recall how many wreaths I made that first Christmastide. I do know that many of them found their way to a front door in Paradise. A front door without one of my pop's wreaths was like a church without a stained-glass window.

Geese: creatures but also teachers

Soul Seeing: The more we learn from and about animals, the deeper grows our respect for the sanctity and interrelatedness of all life.

A poem and a poinsettia from Paradise

Soul Seeing: Gift-giving traditions are at the heart of being made in the image and likeness of love; they connect us to something beyond ourselves.

Music provides a deeper sense of promise

Soul Seeing: My best friend's death left me frustrated. I found what I needed from God in the music of my friend's Mass of Christian Burial.