Recipes from Mom "No mean woman can cook well, for it calls for a light head, a generous spirit, and a large heart." Paul Gauguin This is the forward elegantly written in my mother's hand inside the soft chocolate leather bound book of family recipes. They are memories really, collected by my
Continue ReadingI have to admit I am more gypsy than monk when it comes to the practice of prayer. I have been known to kneel, light a candle, anoint with holy water, read the psalms, finger the rosary, recite the Lord’s Prayer, walk in the woods in silence, fall asleep mid-phrase,
Continue ReadingI am not sure how I won the title Salad Queen. Over the years my friends and family have taken a special liking to the way I spontaneously create salads. I wish I could say I have a set recipe but I can honestly tell you that not one of my
Continue ReadingIn my soul there is a temple, a shrine, a mosque, a church where I kneel. Prayers should bring us to an altar where no walls or names exist. In my soul there is a temple, a shrine, a mosque, a church that dissolves, that dissolves in God.
Continue ReadingI have a long list of people that I would like to invite to take a walk through nature with me, preferably on the serpentine path that circles Radnor Lake here in Nashville, or beside the twinkling aspen trees that border the Snake River in Jackson Hole. Autumn is a
Continue ReadingFollowing is an excerpt from The Prophet by Kahil Gibran: Then a woman said, "Speak to us of Joy and Sorrow." And the prophet answered: Your joy is your sorrow unmasked. And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears. And how else can it
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