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Braided Way Magazine
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The Braided Way is a framework to see every faith tradition as a strand, braided into a larger whole of spiritual awareness. In the Braided Way, combining spiritual practice from various faiths allows you to explore sacred experience and wonder in forms that resonate with your personal spiritual needs and sacred intuitions.
Braided Way Magazine
20m ago
As I drove past each day I was unable to shield my eyes, unable to look away.
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Braided Way Magazine
1w ago
The nature of heaven has been described in near-death experiences, dreams, and by countless psychics, channelers, mediums, and intuitives. We’ve learned about it from extraordinary people who visited heaven, as Emanuel Swedenborg did over 250 years ago. But no one has provided the rest of us a way of visiting this realm. Imagine if we could do so to meet with loved ones, learn about heaven’s purpose, and access insights critical to healing problems on Earth?
The mystics taught that imagination can be an organ of perception. Christian mystics describe spontaneous visions infused with myst ..read more
Braided Way Magazine
1w ago
Sometimes when alone we
speak to the night air
It’s like praying as only
silence it seems
is spoken back to us
But night has its own language
with words behind
its deep hush
They come up to us
from our own depths
And the words
are not our own
There’s silence over silence
and an ancient road
slowly occurs to us
under waves of bluish fog
We begin to know long-dead
whisperers from
the deep end of time
They are us and we are them
We find between us
a common grief
and without knowing it
we are shepherded
by father dark
down the old road
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Braided Way Magazine
2w ago
My father watches a video
my mother took
of a butterfly feeding
from a zinnia, slowly
flapping its wings, and says,
“I don’t think I’ve ever
heard a sermon
as profound as this.”
In the background
church bells ring, the same
my grandmother loved,
who kept butterflies
encased in glass frames
on her wall
beside a crucifix.
There are a thousand unknown things
coming together
in the opening and closing
of this moment.
You might need to know
my father
for this to be
as profound as it is
to me. Friend,
I wish you did.
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Braided Way Magazine
2w ago
“Instructions for Living a life: Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it.” Mary Oliver
When I used to go to church, our minster opened each sermon with a prayer that began: “Startle us, oh Lord!” It was a prayer for something greater to be stirred in our souls, an entreaty – Please startle us. Wake us up! It was as though he was voicing the cry of my own heart: a call to be surprised, to be moved, to apprehend that which we could not previously see. And he wanted it too. His words gave voice to something both old and alive in me; a yearning to feel a connection to something greater and vas ..read more
Braided Way Magazine
2w ago
attending the wise women.
It is meet and right to do so.
No one here fears any god
designed by men for us to please them.
We braid each others’ hair.
I love the simple shift I wear,
the ceremonial fires, the reverence
for what grows and rustles
in the forest, the fields.
Insects glow. Trees are gracious,
generous with their shade.
The river hums and sparkles.
We learn songs as we stir the pots.
Our voices rise, drift downwind.
We learn the natures of pennyroyal,
hyssop, rosemary, ginseng, rue.
We learn women’s fierceness
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Braided Way Magazine
2w ago
Tending to grief is the essence of the alchemical wounded healer. Proving a sanctuary and safe passage for its unfolding – in the body, the psyche, and the nervous system – requires that we fall to the ground, at times, and weep.
Weep for the shattering, for the dying of a dream, for the entirety of the unlived life. For it is these tears that form the substance of the portal to joy.
Grief is not something we “get over,” but a partner we spin with, honor at times, argue with at others, and lament with as the cycles of our lives unfold.
We live in a world that has lost contact with the holy wat ..read more
Braided Way Magazine
3w ago
–for Gerard Manley Hopkins
If only the archangel Gabriel
would visit and with holy host proclaim
“Children of Creation, let there be
no anchor for rancor in the Dead Sea,
nor fuel for cruelty in Bethlehem;
let people enjoy temple, steeple, and mosque,
and live their lives and their loves without mayhem,”
perhaps the shredding shrapnel that shocks
us into rage at loss would cease, and we could reclaim
our lease on the peaceable kingdom, calm and stable,
and at long last not till the soil of hatred
to bitter harvest in the sacred homeland.
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Braided Way Magazine
3w ago
Circa 1929
This photograph of my newborn mother
being held on one side by an Athens nurse
with the headgarb of what could be an angel,
and on the other side by my Yaya, herself
almost still a girl at 21,
the child swaddled and held as if blessed
between them. Light from the tall window
is fierce still, 95 years later;
and I can’t stop staring,
as if seeing a pathway opening
from that moment to now,
I am a living dream
before a dream in my mother’s cells,
the image might be saying: here
is one of the beginnings of your life.
~
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Braided Way Magazine
1M ago
Before the invention of thoughts
we sang ourselves
to sleep.The day melted back
into humming,
the humming into silence,
silence into a breath
of the Beloved.
Of course the stars
were not yet born,
and the moon was still inside you.
Lay your head on my shoulder now.
Listen with all your heart,
and I will teach you
nothing.
A Vedic text declares: “Adau Bhagavan Shabda rasahi: in the beginning, the Lord created the universe through a stream of sound.” I know you have a very subtle esoteric sadana to practice, but before you meditate, don’t forget to Hum.
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