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Where Does Morality Come From? By Zach Young for KidSpirit's Ethics and Morality issue. What are morals and where do they come from? Is morality like the laws of physics, ironclad dicta from nature? Or is morality like lang…
Something Inside How does a person know when something inside of them is changing? Things do change. Storms turn into sun, snow melts into spring. People change. Perhaps a new talent or hobby is rising out o…
The Secret of Life Movie Lines Curley, the trail boss says "You know what the secret of life is? One thing. Just one thing. You stick to that." One of the visitors to the dude ranch asks the old cowboy, "What's the…
Art and Your Inner Spiritual Work On Huffingtonpost.com Mariano Lozano notes that throughout the ages, thinkers and philosophers have described human beings as political animals, toolmaking animals, playing animals, and calculative …
Love the Moment Artistic Wisdom Love the moment, and the energy of the moment will spread beyond all boundaries. — Sister Mary Corita Kent, American pop artist Song Lines Storms never last do they baby …
Playing Hide and Seek with God I've been playing hide and seek with God most of my life. Sometimes I hide from God and sometimes God hides from me. I think I've discerned a pattern: Whenever I become confident that God is found i…
Love of Creation Zen Wisdom Have the fearless attitude of a hero and the loving heart of a child. — Paul Reps in Zen Flesh, Zen Bones Movie Lines There's never nothing going on. Take out the trash, Dan. …
The Wholeness of Nature By Katie Reis in KidSpirit's Myth & Magic issue. I’m not a religious person. I was baptized a Catholic but slowly realized that many of Catholicism’s beliefs and principles did not fit my own…
The "Right" Way to Pray By Gracie Griffin in the KidSpirit Simplicity and Complexity issue. Prayer is the limbo between the serenity of accepting the world’s chaos around you and the challenge of pursuing stillness in…
Grief Takes a Road Trip My mother died. Those three words are hard to write, let alone process. For me, the finality of never hearing my mother’s voice again or having the chance to talk over old issues or discover somet…