My spiritual director gave me When Things Fall Apart by Pema Chödrön fifteen years ago, when I was forty.
I was appalled. I'd been reading the Desert Fathers since college. I did not need, I thought, the Buddhist versio...
The Commons
Public reflection, unhurried.
Chronological. No algorithm. No trending. Read slowly.
Reading through one lens. Every tradition here is a lens, never a target. Clear