Tag: spirituality
member name: Christin Lore Weber
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January 22, 2006 02:26 PM EST --
My friend, who still belongs to a Catholic community of religious women, wrote this past summer to tell me that their motherhouse was closing. "The ritual of leaving will be Sunday, August . . .
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August 25, 2006 01:45 PM EDT --
A green frog the size of a dime lives in our rose bush. Sometimes he sits all the long day on a leaf with which he blends perfectly. . . .
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March 17, 2006 03:13 PM EST --
The arrival of the Sisters every June was better than a circus coming to town. Maybe even it was better than riding the blue and . . .
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October 16, 2006 01:46 PM EDT --
Waves call me to my origins.
They are the waves of my blood; the waves of my breath, my thoughts, my emotions; the cycles of my creations; the tides of sleep and waking, of my watery dreams.
Waves bear . . .
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May 08, 2007 01:50 PM EDT --
On a sunny morning in October, 2002, I got a call from a fellow at the New York Times asking if I were the rosary lady. What? . . .
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August 19, 2007 04:45 PM EDT --
A Promise Made By Children
I fell in love with John on an unseasonably warm March night in 1958. I was seventeen; he was eighteen; both of us were about to graduate from high school in the small border . . .
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October 18, 2008 11:33 AM EDT --
It's hunting season here where wildlife still is taken for food. The young men who painted my house want to use my property to access the wild lands in the mountains above me. It's the . . .
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June 02, 2007 02:22 PM EDT --
Last night, June 1. I was supposed to be in Minnesotagiving a talk and introducing my new book, CIRCLE OF MYSTERIES. But my husband’s health emergency kept me home. Dear friends from Minneapolis, . . .
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December 15, 2005 04:05 PM EST --
This year's Christmas tree is a feathery thing. A tree with spaces, on which the lights and ornaments suspend in air. I'm sitting on the couch looking at it. The morning is sunny. Light streams . . .
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August 13, 2006 10:28 AM EDT --
News of terror at Heathrow and bombing in Israel and Lebanon streams from the television in the living room. I watched it yesterday and for a few minutes this morning, and I'd like to say . . .
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October 14, 2006 01:46 PM EDT --
Resistance is a habit of fear. I have ways of resisting Light that are so subtle, I swear I have not caused my own blindness. "I can't" . . .
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June 22, 2007 07:36 PM EDT --
Following is an excerpt from the fourth Mystery of Light, the Transfiguration. It can be found in its entirety in CIRCLE OF MYSTERIES, Copyright, Christin Lore Weber. 2007. Published by Yes Internation . . .
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February 19, 2006 02:12 AM EST --
I do not want merely to live; I want to engage life. I want to squeeze life like a tree-ripened orange, to carry life like a child. I want life to be my lover. I want to breathe deeply and fill my lungs . . .
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October 06, 2006 01:22 PM EDT --
Only the clear see clearly. The pure of heart see God. I once knew a translucent person, an old nun, thin as an altar candle, eyes like flames. She was completely clear; she harbored no lie. And the lies . . .
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May 10, 2007 12:23 PM EDT --
The flight from New York to San Francisco pitched and lost altitude. Jan grabbed the arm rests of her seat, and the woman next to her grabbed her rosary. “Wish I had one of those!” It startled . . .
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June 12, 2007 02:12 PM EDT --
(My husband's Central Nervous System Lymphoma returned after two and a half years in remission. The following is reprinted from my online journal of heallng at http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/johnandchristinweber --we . . .
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August 14, 2007 01:59 PM EDT --
TANNER’S STONES
Outside the open door to our balcony overlooking the Pacific the sky is just turning a soft coral. A fishing boat makes its way out through the channel to the ocean, and over it . . .
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September 28, 2008 03:10 PM EDT --
I just came inside from a few minutes on the hammock. My new Chi-Po, Little Mo, and I had just made our migration around the yard, and I'd hooked his leash onto the hammock chain, realizing that I'd . . .
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February 16, 2006 01:26 PM EST --
The mountain is a face turned to the sky. I watch her each morning and imagine that she gazes into the unfathomable universe hoping for a glimpse of God. I watch and wait with her, lifting my eyes. . . .
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July 27, 2007 01:07 PM EDT --
9:21 AM
John just gave me a kiss, said “see you in an hour,” and the anesthesiologist wheeled him into the angio-room for his blood brain barrier disruption and chemotherapy. I no . . .
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