“How can I be a space — simple, open, warm, stilled — that is prepared to receive the smallest, humblest, most vulnerable version of divinity when it comes quietly knocking at my door? Can I welcome a God I don’t recognize at first, a God who shows up in rags, comes from another country, and is dependent on my meager shelter? Am I brave enough for that?” -Siri Liv Myhrom

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About David Morrison

I've lived here at the community with my wife, Marsha, and daughter, Anna, since its founding in 2003. I serve as spiritual director, lawn keeper, and jokester. I'm part leprechaun as well.

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