How are we to mysteriously surrender to the creative abundance of darkness?
Category Archives: reflections on worth
The glass-half-full metaphor
No one is transformed by thinking. It is our nature to *relate*, not contain.
Cheryl loving me
When the wind whistles through my helmet, I sometimes hear whispers mixed into it.
There’s something happening here… Stop, children, what’s that sound?
“There’s something happening here. What it is ain’t exactly clear.” Except to the child-mind and -heart
Parents, remember? Exercise your soul today
Moments of pure loving as we held and simply adored our babies… What happens to those?
I am being loved (2). You. Your Power. A Christface
Each of you who has loved me has been God’s face for those moments
Feel with Neil 