Spiritual Growth

My Spiritual Life, with Food

I am a weighty Friend in the literal sense of “weighing a lot” but definitely not in the metaphorical sense…

I Beg Your Forgiveness

About two weeks ago I was at Indiana Yearly Meeting, where the main speaker was Jan Wood, who is well…

Love Is Rigorous

I am embarrassed but glad to confess that for many years now, a watchword for me has been the title…

God Has No Hands on Earth but Ours

I have always been Quaker, even before I really knew what that meant. I have been Quaker in my upbringing,…

On Love

The Greek language has three words for the one English word "love." I do not read Greek, and although I…

Truth As a Moving Target On A Local Train

On a hot summer morning in July 1979, I was riding a local train from Geneva to Basel. Families, individuals,…

Healing, and Bindweed

I’ve been thinking about healing, and about bindweed, recently. I have been mentally ill for 32 years. In the last…

Tendered Hearts

Many years ago I remember taking part in a Christmas celebration at our meeting. We had a tradition that included…

Inspiration From Quaker Women of the Past

I have received much inspiration and encouragement from the stories of earlier Quaker women who were willing to take the…

Elders Among Us

Take a look around you the next time you gather with your meeting community. You come into meeting for worship…

A Great People To Be Gathered: The View From Pendle Hill

In the olden days, when I was here, Quakers did not applaud at lectures. Remember those days? I was asked…

A Term At Pendle Hill

In 1992, my husband, John, and I came from England to be Friends-in-residence at Pendle Hill for the fall term.…
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