“As I began developing parts out of pieces, I found that I preferred them unconnected— to be related but not to touch, to circle, not line up— because the story of this prayer was the story of a shattered, fractured perception resulting from a shattered, splintered life. The novel turned out to be a composition…

“I once knew a woman named Hannah Peace. I say “knew,” but nothing could be less accurate. I was perhaps four years old when she was in the town where I lived. I don’t know where (or even if) she is now, or to whom she was related then. . . . . I have…

“There was a kindness, a generosity in how she sat with her characters as they argued and made love and killed and cared for children and fed strangers. There was a patience in her presence, in her attention. There was something about that absolute narrative presence that communicated this: You are worthy to be seen….

“There is a loneliness that can be rocked. Arms crossed, knees drawn up; holding, holding on, this motion, unlike a ship’s, smooths and contains the rocker. It’s an inside kind— wrapped tight like skin. Then there is a loneliness that roams. No rocking can hold it down. It is alive, on its own. A dry…

“If you surrendered to the air, you could ride it.” Toni Morrison, from Song of Solomon In the power of being, there is only love. Breathe in the love that is everywhere present. Allow it to breathe as you, as nothing and nowhere, as everyone and everything, as something and someone, as light that radiates…

THIS IS A LISTENING BLOG LISTEN BY CLICKING HERE In 1 Corinthians, we acknowledge  victory, saying “thanks be to God, who gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.” So “when this corruptible has put on incorruption, and this mortal has put on immortality, then shall be brought to pass the saying that is written”: ‘Death is swallowed…