Trust

We cannot predict the future, and living with this uncertainty asks us to experience a level of vulnerability that can often feel uncomfortable. Grateful living helps us remain curious instead of trying to control life, and builds our capacity to open to the mystery and possibility in every moment. 

Highlights

Explore the relationship between trust and gratefulness through this curated collection of resources.

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Q&A

Trusting Life

by Br. David Steindl-Rast, OSB
Q: Life has handed me some very trying times lately. I have just been laid…
Articles

Staying Curious

by Rose Zonetti
When we allow a calling whimsical or deep to take us, we revere the underlying…

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News & Announcements

Life Tends Towards Aliveness: 2024 Easter Letter

by Br. David Steindl-Rast, OSB
Br. David’s 2024 Easter Letter reminds us that life tenders towards aliveness and that we…
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Articles

Grateful Hope As an Attitude of the Heart

by Joe Primo, Grateful Living
This essay makes a distinction between individual hopes and hope as an attitude of the…
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Articles

The Possible Is Always Present

by Joe Primo, Grateful Living
This essay illuminates how the practice of grateful living leads to a clear perspective from…
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Videos

Lost Together

by Reflections of Life
In this short film, Siti Nur Iman reflects on the beauty of being “lost together,”…
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Poetry

For Those Who Have Far to Travel

by Jan Richardson
A Blessing for Epiphany If you could see the journey whole you might never undertake…
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Poetry

in praise of I don’t know

by Maya Stein
Mostly, what washes up at the beach isn’t whole, though our eyes are peeledfor the…