Only Connect!

She might yet be able to help him to the building of the rainbow bridge that should connect the prose in us with the passion. Without it we are meaningless fragments, half monks, half beasts, unconnected arches that have never joined into a man.With it love is born, and alights on the highest curve, glowing…

Rocks in My Backpack

I recently read an analogy (Barbara Harris) of tasks or obligations being thought of as rocks that each of us can place into a backpack.We pick up the rocks we think are our responsibility and put them into our backpacks. As our pack get heavier we become resentful and angry. This is often because, in fact, we have…