“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 Hopkins, Auden and Milton. To fill one’s mind with their wisdom, the music of their words.… — 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
“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
“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
“How often do we offer advice when what is really required is a compassionate ear?” — Anne D. LeClaire Copy Share
“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
“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
“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
“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
“In the field of memory, land mines were buried everywhere, easily tripped.” — Anne D. LeClaire Copy Share
“Silence is not an absence but a presence. Not an emptiness but repletion. A filling up.” — Anne D. LeClaire Copy Share
“But of course if we knew what awaited—the losses and disappointments and grief that are inevitable, the unthinkable things we will prove capable of—the… — Anne D. LeClaire Copy Share
