May we be courageous enough to be vessels of grace and hope through and into which Easter still comes.
On this day, many years ago, an ominous silence filled the world…
I’m finding my soul’s middle ground. I bellow the fire of my spirit by smooring the fire in the hearth.
“The mysterious geography of prayer must begin in the cracks and fissures of the human spirit before it gets the added benefit of the babbling brook heard just outside the monastery gates.”
In the gospel, ashes are not a death, but a dare.
One cannot define spiritual friendship. One must experience it.