Reflection 11.30.18


We become whole by being all of ourselves, including the aspects of ourselves we like least as well as those of which we are able to approve. When we try to approve of ourselves (rather than to love ourselves) we tend to lose both our senses of humour and of wonder. Only if I retain the irradiating joy as I see the first trout lily in the spring, the first bright red of the partridge berries in the autumn, can I become a ‘grown-up.’

~Madeleine L’Engle, A Stone for a Pillow

Reflection 11.26.18


How do we learn to bless, rather than damn, those with whom we disagree, those whom we fear, those who are different? … All of Creation groans in travail. All will be redeemed in God’s fullness of time, all, not just the small portion of the population who have been given the grace to know and accept Christ. All the strayed and stolen sheep. All the little lost ones…. To look for hell, not heaven, is a kind of blasphemy, for we are called to live in hope.

~Madeleine L’Engle, A Stone for a Pillow

Reflection 5.19.17


Reflection 6.24.16


If you’re going to care about the fall of the sparrow you can’t pick and choose who’s going to be the sparrow. It’s everybody.

~Madeleine L’Engle

Reflection 4.7.16


A letter to me from an eleven-year-old girl posed the question, “How can I remain a child forever and not grow up?”

I wrote back, “I don’t think you can, and I don’t think it would be a good idea if you could. What you can do, and what I hope you will do, is remain a child forever, and grow up, too.” 

That is what it means to be a whole human being, rather than an isolated fragment of our own chronology.

~Madeleine L’Engle, A Stone for a Pillow

Reflection 3.11.16


I am still every age that I have been. Because I was once a child, I am always a child. Because I was once a searching adolescent, given to moods and ecstasies, these are still part of me, and always will be. Because I was once a rebellious student, there is and always will be in me the student crying out for reform. This does not mean that I ought to be trapped or enclosed in any of these ages, the perpetual student, the delayed adolescent, the childish adult, but that they are in me to be drawn on; to forget is a form of suicide; my past is part of what makes the present Madeleine and must not be denied or rejected or forgotten.

~Madeleine L’Engle, A Circle of Quiet

Reflection 3.6.16