Soul Seeing: My devout Catholic mother confidently advises prayer and reflection as a means of clarity. It took me a long time to realize what that means.
Soul Seeing: My drug of choice, TV, lifts me out of this lousy world, at least for a little while.
Soul Seeing: My son's first mother taught me what it means to lay down your life for those you love.
Soul Seeing: The integration of indigenous wisdom, typically associated with a deep love for the natural environment, is hindered by our unexamined religious attitudes.
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.
Soul Seeing: How do you grandmother in a world of social media, occasional yearly visits from kids, divorced couples, unchurched youth and diverse family life?
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.