The word surrender, somewhat like the word pleasure, can be understood in two distinct and opposing ways. On one hand the former can indicate defeat and the latter, something unsavoury. On the other hand, they can point to enlightenment and delight. It is like that...
Today, in Sue Reynold’s divine Sanctuary Sunday – a full day to dive deep into words, to come at ideas, images, and stories in fresh ways – she offered up as a prompt Thomas R. Smith’s poem, Baby Wrens’ Voices. With the invitation to use...
Here is another piece from Touched, a narrative non-fiction story about learning the art of Osho Rebalancing in Pune, India. The blue Nivea bottle is slick and warm. Just a drop, said Komala, displaying a nickel-sized dollop at the base of her palm. Just go slow, and...
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