Anam cara: A book of Celtic wisdom

Partial contents. The mystery of friendship. The Celtic circle of belonging. The human heart is never completely born. Love is the nature of the soul. Intimacy as sacred. The mystery of approach. The circle of belonging. The soul as divine echo. The transfiguration of the senses. The wounded gift. In the kingdom of love, there is no competition

Toward a spirituality of the senses. The face is the icon of creation. The holiness of the gaze. The infinity of your interiority. A spirituality of transfiguration. The senses as thresholds of soul. True listening is worship. The language of touch. Celtic sensuousness

Solitutude is luminous. The world of the soul is secret. To transfigure the ego-to liberate the soul. The body is the soul. To be natural is to be holy. The dancing mind. Beauty likes neglected places. Thoughts are our inner senses. Ascetic solitude. Silence is the sister of the divine. The soul adores unity. Toward a spirituality of noninterference

Work as a poetics of growth. To grow is to change. The Celtic reverence for the day. Presence as soul texture. Work and imagination. Heartful work brings beauty

Aging : the beauty of the inner harvest. The seasons in the heart. Autumn and the inner harvest. Memory. Eternal time. The soul as temple of memory. Self-compassion. To keep something beautiful in your heart. The passionate heart never ages. The fire of longing. Aging : an invitation to new solitude. Loneliness : the key to courage. Old age

Death : the horizon is in the well. The faces of death in everyday life. Death in the Celtic tradition. The Soul that kissed the body. The dead are our nearest neighbors. The ego and the soul. Birth as death. Death transfigures our separation. Are space and time different in the eternal world? The dead bless us.

Session 1: Your solitude is luminous

Session 2: A spirituality of the senses

Session 3: The mystery of friendship

Session 4: Work as a poetics of growth

Session 5: Aging, the beauty of the inner harvest

Sesion 6: Death, the horizon is in the well.