Category Archives: A note from Meisaan
Resting in imperfection – a note from Meisaan
Friends, For those of you who have been following along for a couple years, you might notice that over the next weeks, some poems will be repeating. This was due to an error that I made when scheduling these posts. … Continue reading
A note from Meisaan: Good news!
Friends, I have been selected to participate in a Harvard/Fetzer-sponsored think tank on the future of religion and spirituality in America*. For four days and three nights, 100 spiritual and religious leaders, activists, and artists will be gathering to share … Continue reading
A note from Meisaan: Sign up for the self-care retreat by August 5
Dear Friends, Just a reminder that the date to sign up for the self-care retreat for the Spiritual But Not Religious is August 5. After that, if you’d like to come, please contact me for availability. Slots are filling up, and … Continue reading
A note from Meisaan: A brief interlude
Dear Friends, I’m taking two weeks of an interlude from the regular poetry and sharing a bit of my wrestling with the religion of my birth, Christianity. These poems have been written over a series of years and are not … Continue reading
Sometimes my way is open [Guest Reflection]
Karen Brailsford, an Agape Licensed Spiritual Practitioner at Agape, used my poem below to open a reflection for her community. It was originally written as a reflection leading up to Christmas, but the elements of light/darkness are so pertinent for us these … Continue reading
It is not silence for the sake of silence [sermon reflection]
Fr. J. Michael Sparough, SJ, of Bellarmine Jesuit Retreat House recorded a Lenten homily reflection for today and wove one of my recent poems into it. He speaks of preparing for a great feast – Easter – and the ways … Continue reading
Special posting: Debut spoken word project
Dear Friends, This just in! A spoken word collaboration between Luke Fischer and myself. He’s an electric guitarist (and specializes in many other things, as you will see), and he digs my poems, so we put them together in our … Continue reading
