Thin Places That You Don’t Notice

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The Celts called it a thin place — where the distance between heaven and earth narrows almost to nothing. We attach the phrase to far-off islands, but their own prayers blessed the kindling of the morning fire and the making of the bed. Jim and Lynette bring thin places all the way home: a back porch in the snow, a bedside, your own body, and the person sitting across from you.

THE BRIDGE BETWEEN US PART TWO OF TWO

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Three people, one hard problem, three kinds of frustration — and they are not actually disagreeing. They are speaking three first languages. Part Two of two: why most personality conflicts are really translation problems, what each center is truly asking, and why restorative justice — who was harmed, what do they need, whose obligation is it to repair — turns out to be three-centered justice.

The Three Intelligences You Already Carry

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Walk into a room and one person reads the feeling in it, another analyzes what’s happening, a third simply senses whether to move toward or away. The Enneagram calls these the three Centers of Intelligence — Head, Heart, and Body — and we carry all three, even as we lean hard on one. Part One of two: the intelligences you already have, and the practice of making connections between them.

The Illusion We’re Living In

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What if the life you're working so hard to keep up isn't entirely yours? From engineered desire to the American Dream to the phone in your pocket, much of what we call "just the way things are" was handed to us. A contemplative look at the script running in the background — and how we begin to wake up.

How Do I Want to Meet You

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I have taken to musing with a machine. I should say it plainly,…

When Family and Values Collide

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On loving people, you deeply disagree with — and staying whole…
A lighthouse at twilight casting a warm beam over dark water, a woven basket set aside at its base.

Moving the Lighthouse Off the Bushel, Part Three

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She circled the block three times, food in the car, afraid to be seen doing something good. From masks and Rottweilers to an archbishop's phone call, Judy names the interior struggle of her life: moving the light out from under the bushel — a lighthouse still, gently, on the move.
A single empty chair in a quiet retreat room at dusk, lit by one soft lamp.

She Went to the Retreat Alone, Part Two

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She left a secure consulting career, drained her savings, and drove to a 22-acre retreat where every participant had cancelled. She went in anyway — and became both the facilitator and the only guest. What she heard in that empty room still shapes her work sixteen years later.
A fence-free neighborhood street at golden hour, a lone figure walking freely toward open, glowing doorways.

Not One of the Pack , Part One

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On a fence-free street in Trinidad, a neighbor called her by his late daughter's name and set a place for soup. Judy Joseph McSween's story begins with a truth she spent forty years unpacking: her gifts weren't given to her — they were recognized.
A quiet, contemplative illustration evoking a community learning to listen — open space and figures turned toward one another.

The Culture That Can’t Hear No, Part Three.

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Before this becomes a conversation about individuals, it has to be one about culture. Global EQ is declining and women still don’t feel heard — and the contemplative tradition knew what the Gallup data now confirms: a culture that can’t hear “no” from its most consistently silenced members hasn’t yet learned to see them as fully real. The close of the No Means No series, on the work that belongs to everyone in it.