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The Mystical Mouse; the roaring of the still small voice
Posted on Jul 28, 2008 07:38am CST.| El Rio Debajo El Rio: The river beneath the river, by Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Estés | |
| Vol. 1, No. 20 -- July 28, 2008 | Signup for Weekly E-mail |
There is no dearth of mystics in our time. There are only fewer eyes filled with the love of beholding them, less talk, less teaching about mystery and mystical matters and outcomes, more blinders so that fewer can easily recognize, straight from the soul, the roar of the wind we call the sensory presence of the Holy Ghost ... the Creative Fire.
When we were little, we’d walk to church
with our Grandmother.
As the church’s clapboard walls came into sight,
we had a ritual. We’d say, “There’s our church.”
But our grandmother would say, “No, that’s not our church.”
“Yes it is, Grandmother,” we’d say. “That’s our church.”
“No,” she’d say. “Our church is underneath that church.
That’s the real church we belong to.”
How Do You Live on $7 an Hour?
Submitted by Ed ORourke on July 28, 2008 - 11:14am. --- Justice & PeaceAuthor Barbara Enrenreich wondered what is was like to live on $7 an hour after the 1996 welfare reform. Her bestseller Nickel and Dimed On (Not) Getting By in America describes her work as a waitress, cleaning lady, and a Wal Mart employee in different cities. Her book reminded me of John Howard Griffin, a white man who changed his skin color for six weeks in the early 1960s to find out what it was like a black person. His book Black Like Me was a sensation.
