Dominican Preaching through Word and Image
“She heard the staggered heartbeat of the waves outside, the syncopated drip of the faucet. She wondered where a wave started. Maybe it started way out there in a storm. But it came here, to this coast, in this moment. . . . It… Continue Reading “Where Do the Waves Begin?”
“Look at this incredible photo of the purple urchin. The book says, ‘These urchins often live in rounded depressions in the rock, which they slowly erode with their teeth and spines. I want to see that. Think the tide tomorrow will go low enough?’… Continue Reading “The Urchin’s Hideaway”
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”
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”