Sculpting Project 17: Built to Play: Week 2 Play is our genetic birthright. When God created our complex brains he designed them to operate best when our lives include play. In the 1920’s a Stanford research team began along term study of gifted-children. One of their discoveries was that those who played the most lived…
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Sculpting Project 17: Built to Play: Week 1
Sculpting Project 17: Built to Play: Week 1 In the animal kingdom the more complex the brain the more a creature plays. We have the most complex brains of all. We are built to play. And it is not just children who have been built for play. Humans continue to play into adulthood more than…
Sculpting Project 16: Time stopping ( On thoughts ) Week 2
Sculpting Project 16: Time stopping ( On thoughts) Week 2 In my garden I have many types of plants. Some of the plants arrived in my garden as a seed I planted or a transplant I placed in the soil. Some plants are perennial, coming up in the same place year after year. Some plants…
Sculpting Project 16: Time Stopping: Week 1
Sculpting Project 16: Time Stopping: Week 1 To learn to pray we must” establish ourselves in the present” and to do that we must first learn “that the present exists.” Archbishop Anthony Bloom I am attending God’s early morning art and music concert from my porch. He puts on this amazing show every day. Always…
Sculpting Project 15: Centering Moments: Week 2
Sculpting Project 15: Centering Moments: Week 2 Why do Centering Prayer? 1. To pursue a deeper relationship with God. Beyond words. 2. To receive the enormous variety of benefits that accompany a meditation practice. It appears to me that we were built to meditate. I get this idea when I read the results of the…
Sculpting Project 15: Centering Moments: Week 1
Sculpting Project 15: Centering Moments: Week 1 On a cold afternoon in February 2008 I had one of the most amazing discoveries of my life. I found a ‘mental mute button’. My mind is an out of control 2 two-year old. Racing about, pulling topics off the shelf and spilling them all over, shouting, helpless…
