Slowing Time : Seeing the Sacred Outside Your Kitchen Door
Overview - Barbara Mahany believes the sacred is all around, within finger's reach--here to be gathered, culled, collected, through the simple yet complex art of paying attention, of savoring the moment, of cultivating stillness. Making room for the God and illuminating the Godly specks in the everyday. Read more...
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Barbara Mahany believes the sacred is all around, within finger's reach--here to be gathered, culled, collected, through the simple yet complex art of paying attention, of savoring the moment, of cultivating stillness. Making room for the God and illuminating the Godly specks in the everyday. Noticing the seen, revealing the unseen, and pinpointing the divine in both. The book sifts through the terrain of three particular landscapes where the author most often encounters the stirrings of the Divine: under heaven's dome; on the front lines of the homefront; and in the unspooling of the seasons. The most essential prayer, often, is the life closely examined, held up to the light. By probing deeply the nooks and crannies of the home-front, the author points out that the reader need not venture far to find what matters most. And the questions stirred will linger, long after the page is turned.
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Always writing beautifully as a columnist for the Chicago Tribune, Mahany at last has a book, this one a series of essays, organized by seasons. There's also a count-your-blessings calendar, field notes of observations of nature, and a few recipes. This smorgasbord of content is perhaps a bit much, but the main dish is her writing, and she's stirred together fine words about simple things, frequently her children or life in an interfaith household (she is Christian, her husband Jewish). As a trained observer from years in journalism, Mahany is attentive to the smallest things: the sound of snow falling is "quiet squared"; her knitting group, a shawl ministry, is a place where "we knit 1, prayed 2." The prose is occasionally a little too ornate, and the title is rather generic, which could make it easy to miss what is unique about the book—Mahany's singular voice. But those who open the pages are in for a literary treat, and the recipes are a lagniappe. (Oct.)