Browsing Category: Short Story

               “The sense of complete surrender to a larger life and greater power, of which love is the very substance and ground, is characteristic of nearly all high mystical experience…In this state…“the thirst of the spirit is suddenly fulfilled by the Infinite,” and “God takes possession of the ground of the soul, without passage of […]

               He loved the pause, the still and rest—moments of simply being when neither time nor life required fill but were allowed and experienced in attunement of presence and moment-happening.                They rested then at evening shade, in contemplation with falling sun—eye-to-eye if one viewed sun and light such way—when, if ever such was true, […]

               “…this is the other side of the contract with creativity: If inspiration is allowed to unexpectedly enter you, it is also allowed to unexpectedly exit you.                …the best way…is to move on with swiftly, with humility and grace.  Don’t fall into a funk about the one that got away.  Don’t beat yourself up.  […]

               “…the Second Order is the essential woman’s business, of keeping the fire of love alight upon the hearth…The deepest wells of mysticism are there hidden, and must always be hidden, from the outer world.”—Evelyn Underhill, The Essentials of Mysticism _____                In sustain and blow of the changing wind, first autumn frost arrived as […]

        She’d never seen a sun as that.  He’d never seen her gaze such way, adoration-fix upon the seeing: flame surround and hold of light, like shavings of the sun or phosphoric firework without settle, fall, or diminish of brilliance.           She fixed to the sun beyond wind dance of the paled […]