Soul Seeing

Michael Leach and friends write about seeing God, the world and ourselves with the eye of the soul. Each column is a spiritual reflection on the beauty that hides behind appearances and the peace that is beyond all understanding.

St. Bernadette's rib opened something

by Dani Clark

Aug 20, 2019

Soul Seeing: Our first Sunday at La Maddalena island, during Mass, the priest announced that Bernadette of Lourdes' rib was making a special 18-hour stop on the island as part of a tour of 33 dioceses in Italy. I whispered to my husband, "I am not missing that!"

Reflective writing's call is to pay attention, to be awake and aware

by Joni Woelfel

Aug 6, 2019

Soul Seeing: Reflective writers are interested in seeing connections everywhere. They are in tune with colors, scents, music, feelings, emotions, nature — details!

I'm breathing my way past the 'prison' of the internet

by Renée Lareau

Jul 23, 2019

Soul Seeing: I have long specialized in catastrophic thinking, often juggling six impossible scenarios before breakfast. Over the years, too many hours spent online further distorted my perception of reality.

How do you get Mother Teresa to stop praying?

by Patrick Jephson

Jul 9, 2019

Soul Seeing: At Mother Teresa's private chapel in the summer of 1995, Mother, Princess Diana and I had been praying for about five minutes. But as Diana's private secretary, I was responsible for the punctuality of her program.

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St. Bernadette's rib opened something

Reflective writing's call is to pay attention, to be awake and aware

I'm breathing my way past the 'prison' of the internet

How do you get Mother Teresa to stop praying?

In the holiness of beauty, a glimpse of God shines through

My 90-year-old mother falls, caught in the eye of apocalypse

Thank you, Jean Vanier, for teaching me to see

What's God got to do with it?

The Beatitudes in the Age of Me First

Like Paul, I was knocked off my horse and blinded

Deserve's got nothin' to do with it

Praying hands are begging hands

I saw Christ on the southern border

At 69, I still find grace and God on the basketball court

A simple story of a life well-lived

Gospel's poor widow is homeless in Vermont

Love leads to suffering, but we take the risk to love because we must

At Christmas, it's not the money that counts

Under a 2-foot-tall tree, I played out the drama of Jesus' coming

Jesus loved imperfect people

My pilgrimage to 365 churches on five continents in 365 days

Breaking up is hard to do

My immediate reaction was to back down

There's a baby in this bath water, and we must save her

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