Sojourns in the Parallel World Denise Levertov We live our lives of human passions, cruelties, dreams, concepts, crimes and the exercise of virtue in and beside a world devoid of our preoccupations, free from apprehension—though affected, certainly, by our actions. A world parallel to our own though overlapping. We call it 'Nature: only reluctantly admitting … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 1/31/2014 – something tethered in us breaks free
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Praying with Fringes 1/26/2014 – the whole green and generous world
For My Daughter Michelle Regalado Deatrick When I sweat in a Midwest January and wish to God it was a hot flash but know it's greenhouse gasses--read the news: Uranium seas rained on by iodine skies-- Sunday drives, see the Kalamazoo shimmer spills of bitumen, kills of brown trout, dioxin wells irrigate … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 1/26/2014 – the whole green and generous world
Praying with Fringes 1/24/2014 – the jug of our drunken joy
Six Billion People Tom Chandler And all of you so beautiful I want to bring you home with me to sit close on the couch. My invitation inserted in six billion bottles, corked with bark from the final forest and dropped in the ocean of my longing. We would speak the language of no words, … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 1/24/2014 – the jug of our drunken joy
Praying with Fringes 1/15/2014 – it could almost be answer
Morning Song Marcia F. Brown Here, I place a blue glazed cup where the wood is slightly whitened. Here, I lay down two bright spoons, our breakfast saucers, napkins white and smooth as milk. I am stirring at the sink, I am stirring the amount of dew you can gather in two hands, folding it … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 1/15/2014 – it could almost be answer
Praying with Fringes 12/19/2013 – blessing each flake of snow
Manna Joseph Stroud Everywhere, everywhere, snow sifting down, a world becoming white, no more sounds, no longer possible to find the heart of the day, the sun is gone, the sky is nowhere, and of all I wanted in life – so be it – whatever it is that brought me here, chance, fortune, whatever … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 12/19/2013 – blessing each flake of snow
Praying with Fringes 12/12/2013 – One year since Newtown, and still the guns
Walking Ellie Schoenfeld A Tibetan prayer wheel turns and turns, sends prayers to the universe with every revolution. And now it is my feet, all our feet, walking, one foot then another, over and over, every step a prayer to stave off the horror at the edges of our stomachs. Every step a prayer. One … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 12/12/2013 – One year since Newtown, and still the guns
Praying with Fringes 12/10/2013 – invisible bears burrowed into dreams
from Almanac Alicia Ostriker How can we speak simply of winter light yesterday glitter glazed every twig in sight the universe shone like knives today the grey-lit overnight snow makes everything peaceful, even ourselves big quilts of it convert our neighbor’s cars into a tender and humble row of ecclesiastical domes or invisible bears burrowed … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 12/10/2013 – invisible bears burrowed into dreams
Praying with Fringes 12/08/2013 – see how simple it really is
then Alicia Ostriker after that it snowed a crispy inch or so and after this the sky resumed her rinsed blue scintillance and after that I remembered the birds so I filled the feeders with two kinds of seed and after this a cardinal a red-capped woodpecker and some finches have been flying around Now … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 12/08/2013 – see how simple it really is
Praying with Fringes 12/04/2013 – we come at last to the dark
Sabbaths 2002 III Wendell Berry We come at last to the dark and enter in. We are given bodies newly made out of their absence from one another in the light of the ordinary day. We come to the spaces between ourselves, the narrow doorway, and pass through into the land of the wholly loved. … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 12/04/2013 – we come at last to the dark
Praying with Fringes 12/03/2013 – the spilled wine of our living
So it remains Susan Griffin So it remains to reassemble whatever we can on this holy or unholy day on this day like any other remembering letting words fall into our mouths like bits of a shared meal scanning the numerous texts, rendering all the possible readings, scriptures various as seeds, the many meanings of … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 12/03/2013 – the spilled wine of our living
Fringes: a feminist, non-zionist havurah 