The mystery of being for others
I’m struggling to write this post. I have been for a week. It’s not that that I have nothing to say. Rather that the deeper I reach into mystery, the…
When you wait long
I read them this morning, words of emptiness and ache. Words of deep hope. “We do not see our signs. . .” Along with our signs, our emblems, we…
When you long for fullness
It rises and falls moment by moment, me scarcely aware. Receiving breath-gift. Fullness. The surrender of release. Emptiness. The breath cycle happens in spirit as in body. Grace is given,…