Introduction to Living with Open Hands

Posted on February 21, 2013


“When you die, someone will write your obituary. It will tell readers when and where you were born and open handwhat kind of work you did. It may name where you went to school and celebrate some of your achievements and personal qualities. It will identify those who survive you and perhaps say something about what you meant to them.

“And yet even the longest, most detailed, and most expressive obituaries always omit the essence of a life: the history of a person’s heart. How many of us wish we had asked more questions of someone we loved, not about what happened and when but about the inner experience of being that person? About hopes and fulfillments, failures and regrets? About moments of despair and moments of meaning? Even as that wish moves through us, we know it is well-nigh impossible for a person to tell the history of his or her heart. After all, we can hardly articulate our own.” (Parker Palmer, Healing the Heart of Democracy, Chapter 8: The Unwritten History of the Heart, pp. 175-176)

“My enduring passion is to part the curtain; to remove the invisible veil of indifference that blocks to us each other’s presence, each other’s wonder, each other’s plight.” (Eudora Welty)
“Stories make us more alive, more courageous, more loving. Why does anybody tell a story? It does indeed have something to do with faith, faith that the universe has meaning, that our little human lives are not irrelevant, that what we choose or say or do matters, matters cosmically.” (Madeleine L’Engle)

A History of My Heart

This book is my spiritual journey over the past 10 years, the journey of my heart; articulated through blood, sweat, and tears.

I’ve been writing since April Fool’s Day 2006. It has become a way for me to find my voice and to give voice to my questions; a journey… from dogmatism and certainty to inquiry and dialogue, from a quest for knowledge to embracing mystery and wonder, from living with clenched fists to living with open hands.
… a journey through the dark night of my soul to a deeper understanding, … from seeing with my eyes… to Seeing with my heart.

May some of my journey resonate with your journey and spur you on to greater heights, but even more to a deeper place; a place beyond divisions and opinions, beliefs and religions, to a place of common ground, our ground of being that we all share.