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Standing at the north rim of the Grand Canyon, I remember peering down, down deep into that massive cut in the earth. All those layers of rock and time, telling a story about everything that has passed through its depth. All it has witnessed.
A deep soul is someone whose interior life is like that, a unique human version of the Grand Canyon.
Read moreI first heard of Diwali when I was much older than my nine-year-old. I’m not Hindu, and I’m not from India, where the festival originated centuries ago as a harvest celebration. Growing up in a very Christianized portion of north Texas, Hanukkah served as the limit of my experience with the world’s religions. So why does my kid know about Diwali when I didn’t? After all, is this simply the sort of thing that happens when you have a father with expertise in religious history?
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