It was Father Paul's birthday so we made pies: strawberry-and-mango as well as spiced pear with blackberries and cherries. And we sat in his backyard and talked about Spain and immigration and wasn't that lovely?
Pre-question: What are you most known for? Ummmmmm. *thinks* Probably my ability to cook/ dance. But some people don't know about that one (the dancing). 1. If you could have lunch with anyone from a fantasy novel, who would you pick? Animals-only. Also, why that one? Ummmm. Probably the Taggarung from the Red Wall series.... Continue Reading →
Friend, I want to join you with deeper compassion, Feel your pain, know your sorrow. But I know that the key to expanding compassion Is to experience more profound suffering, And, if I'm being totally honest, I'm afraid of that. Jesus, Help me to be Brave.
Where we at, world? Update on meself, here: Reading Love Poems from God, a series of poems from saints and religious from the traditions of the East and West i.e. we got some Catholic greats in there (looking at you, Francis of Assisi/ Catherine of Sienna/ John of the Cross), but also, sacred voices from... Continue Reading →
So often my love means routine and I am not one for routine, generally, nor am I naturally disposed to it. But, here I am, at 6:47 a.m., anyway, God, because I know I can't do any of this without You, as tempting as it might be to try.