My Rocky Spiritual Journey

You don't have to be a big believer to find something interesting to read here . . . You'll find excerpts from the spiritual journeys of people I've met on the religion beat as well as reports of my own fraught encounters with religion and spirituality.

On the Shores of Lake Michigan — Eagle Top, a Wild Place Tamed

An August sunset over Lake Michigan from a beach near Pentwater, MI. Photo by BF Newhall

A summer sunset over Lake Michigan not too far from Eagle Top. Photo by BF Newhall

By Barbara Falconer Newhall

Somebody owns Eagle Top. They bought it ten years ago and built a cottage on it. I didn’t think it was possible to buy, sell or own Eagle Top. I thought Eagle Top belonged to itself. But [Read more...]

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From the de Young — A Final Toss of the Bouquet

 

The cross-shaped floral design of Monique Duncan of Plumweed Flowers Co., San Francisco, took its inspiration from Robert Rauschenberg's "Shadow (Tracks)" sculpture.

A floral design by Monique Duncan of Plumweed Flowers Co., San Francisco, takes its inspiration from Robert Rauschenberg’s “Shadow (Tracks)” sculpture on the wall behind it. Photo by BF Newhall.

By Barbara Falconer Newhall

At times during my visit to the Bouquets to Art exhibition at the de Young on Tuesday, I wondered whether my soul might be better off if I’d just stand there quietly looking at the floral [Read more...]

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Impermanence: Everything Changes — And So Can I

A limb splits off from a live oak tree in San Francisco Bay Area. Photo by BF Newhall

A limb split from a live oak tree in our canyon during a storm. Photo by BF Newhall.

By Barbara Falconer Newhall

Impermanence. It’s a helpful, if not always comfortable, idea. Everything changes. It just does.

Sometimes change is a good thing:

  • My son Peter is engaged to be married. He’s not my cute little kid [Read more...]
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My Mother’s Last Words to Me Before She Died

Tinka Falconer enjoys Nordstrom Cafe chicken and berry salad. Photo by BF Newhall.

A few months before she died, my mother celebrated my birthday with a chicken, berry and candied walnut salad at the Nordstrom Cafe. Photos by BF Newhall

By Barbara Falconer Newhall

My mother’s last words to me were nothing much. No parting words of love. No heartfelt messages to the grandchildren.

Two days before she died, as I was about to leave her hospital [Read more...]

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Today’s Downer: ‘You Aways Kill Yourself Too Late’

Emil Cioran in plaid cap and white hair.

Emil Cioran

By Barbara Falconer Newhall

Try this thought on for size: “It is not worth the bother of killing yourself, since you always kill yourself too late.”

And this: “I live only because it is in my power to die whenever I want; [Read more...]

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