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Spiritual Practice

Essay Series – Part 4: Perennial Wisdom – Where Am I Going?

This is the fourth of six essays exploring the Perennial Wisdom. In doing so we will be drawing on the texts and teachings of many different religions. The challenge this presents is that you will get lost in the sea of texts and find no...

We Are All Mystics

Many people believe that mystics are in a special group, that a normal person cannot achieve. In this article, I set out to point to the truth that we are all mystics. We all have the capacity to look beyond what is considered reality and see...

Essay Series – Part 3: Perennial Wisdom – Where Did I Come From?

This is the third of six essays exploring the Perennial Wisdom. In doing so we will be drawing on the texts and teachings of many different religions. The challenge this presents is that you will get lost in the sea of texts and find no...

Chris Webb on Contemplation and Compassion

Our founding editor, Kate Sheehan Roach, sat down with some of the most influential spiritual leaders to talk about compassion. Watch the video below to learn about how Chris Webb's contemplation on Jesus has influenced his compassion within priesthood.    This video features Chris Webb, an Anglican priest, author and speaker passionate about helping...

Aging as a Spiritual Practice

Read this article to find meditation spiritual practices that will enhance your aging process.  *** I began studying with my first Buddhist teacher Shunryu Suzuki Roshi in the 1960s when I was in my twenties and he was in his sixties. Once, after a lecture, someone asked...

Meditation, the Eleventh Step, & Alcoholics Anonymous

One woman's story of struggling with alcoholism while learning meditation. "To us, the Realm of Spirit is broad, roomy, all inclusive; never exclusive or forbidding to those who earnestly seek." Alcoholics Anonymous, third edition, p. 46 My Staggering Start at Meditation By the time I groaned my way into a...

The Pen and the Bell: Mindful Writing in a Busy World

Preface A certain day became a presence to me; there it was, confronting me—a sky, air, light: a being. And before it started to descend from the height of noon, it leaned over and struck my shoulder as if with the flat of a sword, granting me honor and a task. The...