Robert Browning

Meditations on Singing a New Song

Nature is the one song of praise that never stops singing. — Richard Rohr A bird doesn’t sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song. — Joan Walsh Anglund Bless the poets, the workers for justice, the dancers of ceremony, the singers of heartache, the visionaries, all makers and carriers of […]

Reflections on matriarchs and mothers

We are born of love; Love is our mother. — Rumi To My Mother (excerpt) — Edgar Allan Poe Because I feel that, in the Heavens above, The angels, whispering to one another, Can find, among their burning terms of love, None so devotional as that of “Mother,” Therefore by that dear name I long […]

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