The Breath of November
When November comes around… a quiet remembering hovers. The year is leaning towards the end, and so much has already lived and breathed in what we will soon call last…
A Guest in the Guesthouse
In October I was invited, for a second time, to be a retreat director for an eight-day retreat held in the Guest House of the Sisterhood of Saint John the…
Rituals
As the leaves began to change more than a month ago, I found myself thinking about rituals. How in the past various cultures celebrated the harvest and the end of…
A Manubu girl performing a dance during the Kahimunan Festival in Butuan City, Caraga, Philippines
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Forty Years with the Menubu Dulangan People: A Time to Reflect
This article is written in honor of International Day of the World’s Indigenous Peoples (August 9). In 2027, we will celebrate 40 years of being with the Menubu Dulangan people…
Leaving: A Poem
I wrote this poem around 1993, and it was published in that same year under the title “RNDM Poetry”. Sr. June Lenzen was the editor. It was part of a…
Our Images of God
Some spiritual teachers have a way of making my heart sing! One such wisdom-speaker is Sister Elizabeth Johnson CSJ. In her latest book, Come, Have Breakfast, Meditations on God and…
Barbara Purin’s visual reflection on Sophia. © 2026 Barbara Purin. All rights reserved worldwide.
Sophia Among Us: Wisdom, Creativity and Sacred Relationship
I imagine that Sophia is the Divine Feminine in all of us.I had a surge of creativity one day. On a sheet of black paper, the coloured pencil moved until…
The Threshold of New Life
"Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name, your kingdom come, your will be done, on earth as it is in heaven." — Matthew 6:9-10 Every day, as I reflectively…
The Spaces Between
I find myself living between spaces these couple of months, fully aware of the work that calls for my attention, yet gently allowing life’s unexpected interruptions to take their rightful…
Why I Love to Camp
I say I camp because it was imprinted on my consciousness when I was two years old. That’s when my parents bundled me into the back seat of their Austin…
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