Dominican Preaching through Word and Image
Like the trees, we are visitors, guests on the earth. – Kim Stafford Starting on February 11, 2021, Santa Sabina Center’s will offer an Online Writing Retreat with Kim Stafford: “Speak Beauty to Power.” To learn more and/or register for our online retreats and… Continue Reading “Guests on the Earth”
He would have a quiet way. He would be a peaceful man. And maybe, when he was a little older, he could make a cedar house somewhere, at a secret place, lie down on a bed of fern there, and live, for a time,… Continue Reading “At Home on a Bed of Fern”
Well, a bubble can’t last long, and a raindrop, what’s a raindrop for but to join the throng? Somehow they were aimed for the exact same moment in time, and they got there together. Then they were – what were they? The bubble opened,… Continue Reading “The Raindrop Is the Whole Ocean”
He had to sleep on the mountain. Loved his friends, but had to sleep somewhere by the trail, under spruce, above the foggy sound of waves. Had to find the trail by feel, without light. Had to say a blessing there. – Kim Stafford, from… Continue Reading “Sleeping on the Mountain”
It’s easy to laugh in the blueberry field, staccato plink and plunk as berries plummet into the pail, and you hear children banter in a dozen languages among the green rows. – Kim Stafford, from “Easy Pickings” Starting on February 11, 2021, Santa Sabina… Continue Reading “The Joy of Berries”
Shall oil burn the sky? Or can human wisdom like a saplinggrow taller, greener, more generous? How can we know what lies ahead? Plant a tree, and see. – Kim Stafford, from “2519” Starting on February 11, 2021, Santa Sabina Center’s will offer an Online Writing Retreat… Continue Reading “Plant a Tree”
. . . a life of kind words and gentle gestures, planting seeds and seeking peace—where could that lead? – Kim Stafford, from “Connect the Dots” Starting on February 11, 2021, Santa Sabina Center’s will offer an Online Writing Retreat with Kim Stafford: “Speak Beauty to… Continue Reading “The Fruit of a Gentle Life”
While riding our bikes along a path in the forest, the sun spangling through the trees into our eyes, young Guthrie called over his shoulder: “Dad! Maybe the sun through the trees is doing Morse Code telling us the meaning of life!” A little… Continue Reading “What Is the Message of the Forest?”
The waves and the wind have a kinship in that cove I’ve not seen anywhere else. There’s a place out on the water I call Salt Taste, because of how the wind whips and water spits around the rocks. The wind spins past the… Continue Reading “Gratitude for What Is Given”
If you want to be a dancer,” she said, “If you want to dance with another, you will listen to moving water. You will start with steps, and then learn pure flow. – Kim Stafford, from “The Play of Moving Water,” Wind on the Waves:… Continue Reading “To Be a Dancer”