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We are the International Council of Thirteen Indigenous Grandmothers. We have united as one. Ours is an alliance of prayer, education and healing for our Mother Earth, all Her inhabitants, all the children and for the next seven generations to […]

The secret to living fully By Joan Chittister Being where we are—immersed in it, aware of it, alert to it—may well be the secret to living well, to living fully. It is a lesson to be learned. In a culture […]

  I loved the mothering years of my thirties. I did not bear children, but we don’t need to have given birth to be a mother. The archetypal Mother is not only a biological parent, She is a Mother of […]

—from Between the Dark and the Daylight: Embracing the Contradictions of Life by Joan Chittister “Remember, Joan, you can’t ever really run away from anything,” my mother taught me. “In the end, you only take yourself with you.” At that […]

Several of my recent posts have been about the Self, including “What Exactly is the Self?” in which I wrote, “The Self is the sum of all of our parts, and holistically, it is greater than the sum of all […]

2015 was an especially, devastatingly, brutal year for so many people everywhere. So much anger, so much illness, so many disasters, so many deaths. An astonishing array of exceptionally vicious violence perpetrated upon untold millions of innocent folks going about their […]

–excerpts from “Peace” in Uncommon Gratitude by Joan Chittister and Rowan Williams (Liturgical Press) …in my mind is the memory of one lone Chinese student who, rising from the midst of the protesters in Tiananmen Square, stood in front of […]

As we gather our information, facts, feelings, knowings, hearts, minds, energies, dreams, visions, intentions, actions and vibrations for the direction of the elections that are upon us, please review this poem by one of the US’s prominent contemporary poets.  She echoes […]

The week leading up to the Winter Solstice is the darkest of the year. True, the week following the solstice is just as dark, but the energy is different. After the solstice, the dark gets a tiny bit lighter each […]

  by Lenore Horowitz I love plenty so much more than less, that generous expanse opening, lifting outwards, wheels of petals, new green leaves. So much better than closing down, pulling inward, inside the husk of things. So off with […]