“How would the world change, Father Gervase wondered, if one could look for and see goodness, whatever human guise it was cloaked in, if one could see that potential in everyone and acknowledge not only the piousness of the saints… — Anne D. LeClaire Copy Share Image
“Silence, along with the attention it fosters, is our anchor to the present, to the here and now.” — Anne D. LeClaire Copy Share Image
“Every day is ordinary. Until it isn’t. On this early-October morning, the townspeople in Port Fortune wake before dawn to an ordinary day with… — Anne D. LeClaire Copy Share Image
“How would the world change, Father Gervase wondered, if one could look for and see goodness, whatever human guise it was cloaked in, if… — Anne D. LeClaire Copy Share Image
“How often do we offer advice when what is really required is a compassionate ear?” — Anne D. LeClaire Copy Share Image
“Or reading poetry. Now there was a job that should exist. To spend one’s days in the company of Blake and Dickinson, Yeats and… — Anne D. LeClaire Copy Share Image
“The cure for everything is salt water—sweat, tears, or the sea.” — Anne D. LeClaire Copy Share Image
“Our spiritual journey is—or ought to be—a deepening realization of the possibility of sainthood in all of us.” — Anne D. LeClaire Copy Share Image
“I wondered if in even the strongest of marriages there always existed a fault line and it just took one major, earth-shattering disaster to… — Anne D. LeClaire Copy Share Image
“It is not the burdens and resentments we pick up that keep us derailed, but our continuing to tote them.” — Anne D. LeClaire Copy Share Image
“In the field of memory, land mines were buried everywhere, easily tripped.” — Anne D. LeClaire Copy Share Image
