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Altars
Every familypractices its own, unique religion,builds altars to a variety of gods,who nest and nestlewherever we focus our energy, our passion. To whom do we bow today? Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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I Love Winter
The avenue on which we live,which carries us to and from the worlds of work and commerce,has disappeared beneath a soft overcoat of white. Nothing moves, nor wants to.Frozen respite. I love Winter. Text and image © 2011 by Dirk… Continue reading
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The Central, Sacred Question
"At the center of your life," she said,"is a central, sacred questionThat question guides everything you do,your goals, your relationship…everything." "But what is the question?"he asked. "That's just it," she said."It's different for each of us.Some state it without hesitation;others… Continue reading
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The Flu
Let's say you have the fluand a fever of 104: While you sleep, fitfully,twisting and sweating,an angel appearsand unravels visionspatched together from your pastand borrowed from your future. Who's to say whether your illnessprovides a doorway to truthful, hidden depthsor… Continue reading
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Aurify the World
This very dayall the forces of heaven and earthalign within youto aurify the world.You are their holy verge, their sacred scepter. Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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On the Third Day of Christmas
Now that we've moved beyond the frenetic shopping, wrapping, baking, partying and family obligations–the general holiday hype–we have the opportunity to truly celebrate Christmas. It only began two days ago, on Sunday, the "First Day of Christmas," as the song… Continue reading
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Advent 8
"Wake up!" Jesus says,which means that some of uswalk about asleep. "Join the company of the conscious,the attentive, the aware!" Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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At MacDonald’s
As I eat a cheeseburger and friesat my local MacDonald's,an employee works on all fours,equipped with a bucket, two ragsand a folded piece of cardboard to protect her knees. Like me, she's in midlife.And I, as I slowly chew my… Continue reading
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Time Came Rushing
Time just came rushing, pushing through the condo,self-important, indispensable,slamming me,without apology,against the hallway wall,on his way to something that mattered–what the hell?"No time!" he said, breathless,"So much to do!" I, meanwhile,feeling bruised and discarded,steadied myself and realized,with a shock,that time–hurried,… Continue reading