I am free, I thought
As long as God is my home
I hear wings flutter
— Mary DeTurris Poust
I was on my mat in savasana in hot yoga class on Sunday morning (with Mellissa Senecal) when this haiku came to me in the silence. It was a gift, and it ...
As my feet dug into the soft sand of the Jersey Shore just before sunrise one day earlier this month, I briefly flashed back to my pre-teen years of doing ...
Although I began a sporadic gratitude practice many years ago, when my three children were young, I took up the practice in earnest a little more than nine ...
This month has given me the opportunity to lead retreats for four different groups, from the annual North Country Catholic Women’s Retreat at Wiawaka on Lake ...
Thank you to everyone who has been praying for our daughter Chiara for the past few weeks. After a harrowing experience fighting a serious infection ...
Whenever I lead Lenten retreats, I remind people that often the sacrifices we set out for ourselves at the start of this journey through the spiritual desert ...
After a recent trip to Florence to visit our youngest, who is studying abroad, my husband, Dennis, and I took a bullet train down to Rome in order to attend ...
When I first met Walt Chura 18 years ago, it was by phone to express my concerns that the silent retreat I’d signed up for (and which he was leading at ...
It was 18 years ago today — on the Feast of St. Francis de Sales, patron saint of journalists — that I launched this blog. (You can read my original blog ...
