“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
