“Among all my patients in the second half of life – there has not been one whose problem in the last resort was not finding a religious outlook on life. It is safe to say that every one of them fell ill because he had lost what the living religions of every age have given to their followers, and none of them have been healed who did not regain his religious outlook. This of course has nothing to do with a particular creed or membership in a church.” Carl Jung, “Psychotherapis

“Four pivotal human virtues: prudence, justice, fortitude, and temperance. The human virtues are stable dispositions of the intellect and will that govern our acts, order our passions, and guide our conduct in accordance with reason and faith.” Catechism of the Catholic Church, page 869. Have you read “Sense and Sensibility” by Jane Austen?” If not, get it right away, and do yourself a kind favor: read it with deep curiosity and be rewarded with deeper insights. Jane Austen i

Who are you? What is your true identity, and your role in God’s great design? Well, to start with, you are not who you think you are; at least, not only. It is difficult enough to learn to see yourself as other people see you. Others see so many things that we do not see about ourselves; and how much better off we would be if we could know how we are seen by other people. But can you learn to see yourself as God see’s you? Only quite partially, now on earth. That awareness

We sometimes hear the rather foolish comment that ‘it is a man’s world.’ That peculiar remark seems to be made in reaction to excesses of power and violence demonstrated by some men. But sinful instances of unjust power and violence exerted by men never leave the circles of this world. Sin is locked within the circumference of the fallen natural world, and cannot reach to heaven, cannot participate in divine eternity. Cruel displays of power and violence don’t pass the boun

Contemplative poetry: is it something to define, or something to enter? Is it something one knows when one feels it, or when one is told about it? Is a contemplative poet known by reputation, or discovered by surprise? The contemplative poet might be the one knocked silly by the discovery of having written such a surprising poem. The soul is called into a contemplative quiet. The inward aching yearns for words to convey what cannot be said. Only prayer would do, no other

Our whole lives have been spent in time, and are measured by time. We mark the day of each birth, and celebrate it annually. We engrave the dates of birth and death on grave stones. We organize each day and week for the proper use of our time. We read the daily news, and study the history of events through time. We might be bored by the slowness of time at one moment, and dismayed by the swiftness of its passing in the next. We ought to be fully familiar with and understandi

We encounter many kinds of storms as we journey through this world, for some, they are more destructive than for others. We naturally react with fear, and worry, and anger over why it must be this way. God knows we are passing through a fallen world, and He asks us to try and see things as He does, or to trust that He is in control, and will guide us all the way. As a psychotherapist, I work with clients who live in nursing homes. An elderly man who I will call Alex, recently

Hannah was sitting on the living room floor talking to her doll, Samantha, when Henry walked in. Henry was her big brother and he seemed all excited about something he had in a box. “What do you got there, Henry”? Hannah said. Henry said, “Oh, it’s great! I can’t wait to show you”. “Well, what is it”? Hannah said. Henry kept walking toward the kitchen, saying “Mom! Dad!” Hannah ran after him shouting, “Henrryyy”. When he got to the kitchen Henry said, “I got a frog”!

All that I thirst for, Being known and not condemned. Eternal relief. I came to see you. I have never not loved you. Do you see me now? You came first to me? You wanted water from me? They all left me dry.

Always one with the Divine dispatch Never a thought for himself Always a swift and selfless messenger Never a pause to ponder his view Now God asking to become a person Never had this happened before Great Gabriel approaching This person This question This transition God asking if this Mary might become His mother Always he’d flown on the wings of the Lord Never had he felt like a human, hesitant to be seen Do not be afraid, Gabriel, for you have been chosen for this role Thi

Evening gasps, Grasping closer his dusky cloak Till he's a shadow in the corner. Loitering longer near this luminous lady sewing in light. Time glides beside Evening, Stilled to see His winged spirit is her guest. Your presence, Lord, is felt By the powers of nature. Your silence speaks to the cycles of movement, To our longings for the everness of you. Abide always, meekest one. Fill my breath with the motions Of your arriving and going, She prays. A Habit of Prayer A weddin

I'm happy to share that En Route Books, a publisher specializing in Catholic writings and media, will be publishing my collection of Haiku Psalms this fall. These poems, adapted from the Book of Psalms, allow for the recitation of these prayers in the form of a Haiku. The Haiku is a wonderful poetic structure: it's 5/7/5 syllables allow for the poem to be spoken on a single breath, and the natural rhythm in the recitations allow for an easy connection between the psalm, the