Soul Seeing: Nature documentaries on TV jump-start my religious imagination with startling images of God's saving side.
Sunday. Vickie and I stay in bed till 10 a.m. She lies on her back just like she did before she fell asleep, arms crossed over her chest, head straight, eyes fixed, like a sarcophagus of Cleopatra. What she sees, I do not know.
I put my cheek against hers, as warm as a baby's. I turn her face to mine and smile. "Good morning, Sunshine." Her eyes come to life, her face glows. I kiss her cheek over and over and snuggle up close like a family dog that just jumped into bed. We just lay there. It is our morning prayer.
Soul Seeing: 3.5 million Americans are homeless each year, including 1 million children on any given night. That seemed impossible to me. Then I met Jen.
Soul Seeing: While teaching high school English in Chicago, I learned the art of poetry with my creative writing students. I've never looked back.
Soul Seeing: Lung issues emerged after Fran's final chemo treatment eight years ago. As she says, she's been living with "a hose in her nose" ever since.
Soul Seeing: I am learning that using our intelligence is not anti-spiritual or anti-religious.
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.
Soul Seeing: I wonder just how many varied kinds of feet my daughter will wash in her new career as a nurse.
Soul Seeing: Many people are doing what they can to help those fleeing Syria, Iraq and Afghanistan, even though their own conditions are desperate.
Soul Seeing: Amid a crowd protesting the Brexit referendum result, I wonder who can judge right and wrong in this binary world of "in" or "out."