Dominican Preaching through Word and Image
“Watersound woke me. Dark. I was ready to lie there season by season, to die from my life, or to live as the river lives, to climb with salmon and fall away from that final loving work like rain, to tumble headlong, to flicker… Continue Reading “Watersound”
Bring me a story you hear in dark silenceafter the last light, the gone that gathers dewin the fingers not to hold, carry away, butonly to feel.– Kim Stafford, from “Do You Need Anything from the Mountain?” Starting on February 11, 2021, Santa Sabina… Continue Reading “What Are Our Stories as the Sun Sets?”
Wings in the mist riding, gliding—no trace.Heart-surge song rising from inside—beauty’s custodian.A short, intense, breathless life—grace. – Kim Stafford, from “How Birds Live” Starting on February 11, 2021, Santa Sabina Center will offer an Online Writing Retreat with Kim Stafford: “Speak Beauty to Power.”… Continue Reading “Grace on the Wing”
“Every vivid memory holds some essential truth about your vision of the world.” – Kim Stafford Starting on February 11, 2021, Santa Sabina Center will offer an Online Writing Retreat with Kim Stafford: “Speak Beauty to Power.” To learn more and/or register for our… Continue Reading “What is Your Vision of the World?”
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”