The New Myth by Theodore Richards

The New Myth by Theodore Richards

The New Myth by Theodore Richards Adapted from The Great Re-imagining: Spirituality in an Age of Apocalypse   “Where’s your mother?” my father asked, fumbling with his keys and, more significantly, his emotions. He couldn’t bear to go inside to look for...
Writer in a Bulletproof Vest by Iris Graville

Writer in a Bulletproof Vest by Iris Graville

Writer in a Bulletproof Vest by Iris Graville Almost ten years ago, I got hooked on “Castle,” a television series about New York Police Department (NYPD) detectives.  Cop shows don’t usually appeal to me, but in this one, main character Rick Castle was a mystery...
Forest Bathing | A Poem by Saizan Owen

Forest Bathing | A Poem by Saizan Owen

Forest Bathing by Saizan Owen There is a way of entering the forest when the breeze of the trees becomes your guide when the cool gray-green days and humid blue-green nights become your own skin where the unfurling paths through the emerald light become flowing...
Contemplating Fatherhood by Theodore Richards

Contemplating Fatherhood by Theodore Richards

The Contemplative Column by Theodore Richards   “Three Girls?!” I have three daughters. This is generally one of the first things I tell people about myself because it is, I have come to know, the central fact of my life. It is perhaps also true that it is the...