I look forward to my walks on Swami’s beach, a local surfer’s paradise sitting below jagged, clay cliffs one hundred and forty-five steps down a massive wooden zig-zag staircase in North County San Diego. Swami’s is my running, reading, dreaming, walking, swimming, California dreaming beach. It’s my sweet spot, an altar where I pray, …
My husband just returned from NAPTE, the leading global television industry conference held this year in Miami, at the famous Fontainebleau hotel in the heart of South Beach, where he went to distribute a feature film for his company about the Holocaust. He called me from the conference a few times to share some …
I woke last Saturday morning to a wreckage in the living room, throw pillows spread all over the floor amongst shoes, backpacks, cell phones, an empty bag of potato chips, crumb filled plates, and two tall teenagers wrapped like two sleeping giants in sleeping bags on the floor. A shorter one, curled up like …
“He was made known to them in the breaking of the bread.” -Luke 24:35 Year after year, as I watched the movement of the priests arms lifting the chalice to heaven like a conductor leading a symphony of Handel’s Messiah, the repetition of the priest’s words celebrating the sacrament of the Eucharist became a visual …
I would preach nothing else but the practice of the presence of God. If I were a director, I would recommend it to everybody, so necessary and even so easy I believe it to be. – Brother Lawrence. I hope you all had a beautiful holiday season, or at least captured some special God-filled moments …