Discover : Divine Covenant

Cards and guidebook entirely bilingual (English-French)

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It’s been said that our language is a journey of the soul.  If that’s so, I seem to have entered this world with a suitcase !  I departed from a country called « English » and have arrived in another, called « French. »  I find my homeland on the page, whichever language I choose.  I like what happens there : this threefold encounter of author, reader, and the page that brings us together.  There, the mystery of our connection expresses itself over and over, thanks to the intangible medium of consciousness, where our thoughts come and go, meet and disperse.  I thank all those who agree to enter and share this space with me.

Louise Thunin, born in the United States (New Jersey), is a bilingual author.  She has published short stories, novels and three books of creative non-fiction, chronicling, in diverse forms, her experiences as a chaplain in a men’s prison.  Her most recent work is an « oracle »  deck, Divine Covenant, Biblical wisdom cards, accompanied by a guidebook.  This strikingly illustrated deck is one of a kind, and its presentation is entirely bilingual. You can enjoy it alone or with others.  The set will be available during the summer of 2016.

Joy Takes the Subway

I don’t go to Paris often, but when I do, it seems I spend most of my time in the subway (métro). The younger crowd are all busy with their smartphones.  Only the tourists keep an eye peeled, and for good reason.  Everything is new, and moreover, better get off at the right station.   Each subway car I entered on Tuesday had its beggar, and even some of those didn’t make any more eye contact with me than did the other travelers ; even they were in a hurry and preoccupied !

Can We «Let Go » All by Ourselves ?

I have a friend who’s gifted at psychological and spiritual counseling, and one of her favorite words is « let go ! »  I’d love to, but it’s not that easy !  Can we manage to do it all by ourselves ? We hang on to our worries, our problems, our chagrin.  Unconsciously, we may have the impression that they help to define us, to give us substance. They don’t, of course.  Or perhaps we’d be delighted just to let go of them, but they’re  obsessive and keep gate-crashing !

It’s as if we were dragging a heavy suitcase in the train station, crying out, « Please help me ! » and here’s a nice person who comes and picks it up for us, but our hand stays clenched on the handle.

There Goes My Teacher

Good grief, there goes that politician I can’t stand !  We hear some version of this every day these days, right ?  In the US or in France, where I live.  People’s fur is up and most are sure they have the right take on the situation, the person, the platform.  I’m no different.  But when I feel the roots of my hair rising (like my cat Kallie’s when she’s confronting that orange tabby in the backyard), I’m reminded of what the Buddhists advise us to think in such a case : not ˝There goes that & !;@* again˝,  but ˝There goes my teacher.˝