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Solitude and Silence in Cottonwood Canyon

Posted on September 15, 2012 by fatherbrad1971

“The desert empties you…it is not a place wherein you can decide how you want to grow and change, but is a place that you undergo, expose yourself to, and have the courage to face. The idea is not so … Continue reading →

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Encounters with Native American Spirituality

Posted on September 9, 2012 by fatherbrad1971

“I never felt alone or afraid up there in the hills. The hummah-hah stories described the conversations coyotes, crows and buzzards used to have with human beings. I was fascinated with the notion that long ago humans and animals used … Continue reading →

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Finding Gratitude in the Desert

Posted on September 1, 2012 by fatherbrad1971

“Gratitude is the foundation of future hope. Hope without gratitude is wishful thinking.” Father Gordon Moreland SJ, (my beloved Spiritual Director). “For Augustine, human memories are the most powerful dynamisms in a person’s life precisely because they are not merely … Continue reading →

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Compassionate Mother of the Desert

Posted on August 16, 2012 by fatherbrad1971

“Mother of Love and Compassion, Bestow your wisdom upon me. Help me see humanity through your eyes. Help me master the love and compassion that you hold near your heart of God. Help me shine like a beacon in the … Continue reading →

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Roadside Memorials

Posted on August 5, 2012 by fatherbrad1971

Roadside Shrines: Remember Me. “We say that the hour of death is uncertain, but when we say this we think of that hour as situated in an obscure and distant future. It does not occur to us that I can … Continue reading →

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Finding Solitude at a Miner’s Cabin

Posted on July 27, 2012 by fatherbrad1971

 “By touching the center of our solitude, we sense that we have been touched by loving hands.”  Henri Nouwen. The hot June desert wind buffeted my car as I drove the sandy road east toward the Inyo Mountains. Sun sets … Continue reading →

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