Tag Archives: The Guest House

Knock, knock. Come in…

It was so fun to write yesterday’s blog post! I grinned on and off much of the day. During these seventy five days I’ve tried to put my relationship with the Holy into feeble words. Sometimes explained things conceptually. Sometimes … Continue reading

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Sitting again beside the hearth of a beloved poem

The Guest House This being human is a guest house.  Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor. Welcome and attend them all: Even if they’re a crowd of … Continue reading

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