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Elia had big desires. Like many of the people I walk with in spiritual direction, she was hungry to learn. She wanted homework. Book...

Lately I’ve discovered that I, and a number of my clients, have been struggling with existential FOMO. FOMO (Fear of Missing Out) is...

The Mystics' Secret to Bliss I can’t remember the first time it happened in prayer. But I remember the first conversation I tried to have...

Let’s be honest: meditation is not always sunshine and roses. If you’ve ever tried to sustain a spiritual practice, you’ve probably...

Ineffable Longings, Incarnation, and the Sacramental Imagination I received a letter the other day that read: "I've been turning to the...

I sensed it even before I opened my eyes. Somewhere between the way the cool air nibbled at my toes, and the way the crisp aerosols...

I couldn’t speak. I was pretty sure this is what Wesley from the Princess Bride had felt like when he had been “mostly dead” all day.

It finally got to me. I had kept my nose above the water, for the most part. Washed my hands. Stayed at home. Did my part. But when I had

Lessons from 18 Months of Stillness, Silence, and Solitude | Once upon a time, my life ended.