Rituals that Form Us


He was about to leave. He did his Sunday morning four-point check: keys, glasses, sermon, vestments. Then he walked toward me but stopped short. “Oh yeah. I can’t kiss you. You’re sick.” “Yep. Sorry.” We stood there for the blink of a moment, facing each other, the disappointment that we could not close the gapContinue reading “Rituals that Form Us”

Playing God


My default place to run on a rainy morning is on the treadmill in the gym.   I of course miss the feeling of the earth beneath my feet and the smell of The Hague’s urban forest where I run in friendlier weather. When I run in nature, the worries or preoccupations crowding my mindContinue reading “Playing God”