The world begins at a kitchen table. No matter what, we must eat to live.The gifts of earth are brought and prepared, set on the table. So it has been since creation, and it will go on.We chase chickens or dogs away from it. Babies teethe at the corners. They scrape their knees under it.It is her...

When we gather to wonder about the sacred,we begin as separate scraps of cloth,squares left on the seamstress’s floor.Perhaps we believe we have nothing to offerbecause we are not more whole.Wonder becomes the needle.The sacred is green thread.Communion fills the seams.And who, or what, is the se...