Author Archives: Francie

Pause.   Invite Wonder: What if you bowed before every dandelion you met and wrote love letters to squirrels and pigeons who crossed your path? What if scrubbing the dishes became an act of single reverence for the gift of … Continued

Pause.   Ordinarily I go to the woods alone, with not a single friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore unsuitable. I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds or hugging the old black … Continued

Pause.   I have seen her bathing in the lake, long hair drying in the breeze. She sits on a stone at the water’s edge for hours and does nothing. Her teeth have bits of dandelion leaf stuck between them. … Continued

Pause.  Even as the subway car hurtles  into the tunnel and calendars heave  under growing weight of entries, even under the familiar lament for more hours to do   a bell rings somewhere and a man lays down  his hammer, … Continued

Pause. I know very little about the spiritual life. It is so immense and I am so finite. I only have a limited way to try to make sense of it. My mind can encompass only so much. My heart … Continued

Pause. October is a sacred month for me. I don’t know why. It just always has been. In my language it is called Month of the Little Hunger. And I understand why because it is a time when our awareness … Continued

Pause.   Curl this blessing beneath your head for a pillow. Wrap it about yourself for a blanket. Lay it across your eyes and for this moment cease thinking about what comes next, what you will do when you rise. … Continued

Pause.   I have seen the sun break through to illuminate a small field for a while, and gone my way and forgotten it. But that was the pearl of great price, the one field that had treasure in it. … Continued

Pause.   It will not always be like this, The air windless, a few last Leaves adding their decoration To the trees’ shoulders, braiding the cuffs Of the boughs with gold; a bird preening In the lawn’s mirror. Having looked … Continued