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.
“Reunited and it feels so good…”
…we don’t even begin to have it all together. That’s why it’s so important to center ourselves in Christ…
What are we really waiting for?