One day I want to write a book about tile truths. Or maybe organize a series of retreats based on that. Today’s turn: ‘whoever digs a pit for another…’.
When we build a house, we start at the beginning. Against all the laws of gravity, we start with our house of life at the roof. Not with the question marks, but with the exclamation marks of our existence. Click on the image to read more
We seldom notice how each day is a holy place Where the eucharist of the ordinary happens, Transforming our broken fragments Into an eternal continuity
Sun, tranquility, all doors open, the cat sleeping in the middle of the driveway, the smell of freshly cut grass, not a sound to be found. Read more here…
Every time President Trump says, ‘I am the solution’, I know again: yes indeed, in me the problem. Waking. There’s work to be done. Read more here…
Bloomplaats Transitium was given the time to reinvent itself for eighteen months. Like this one in Malve Dau and Marieke Hildenbrant also had two mothers.
‘How did you get involved’, I am often asked, ‘that Liber do-it-yourself coaching method?’. ‘Psalm 51’, I say. ‘Psalm 51 and Allegri’. Click on the image to continue reading.
