. . . it feels that even gravity itself is broken
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A Peculiar Habit
“At some point after your death someone will unknowingly make the last mention of you and then you will never be mentioned ever again.”
Coloring outside the lines
Everything, it seems, would be fixed later on when the sheep were divided from the goats.
Allowing Others to Be
I wonder, have we just been looking at it backwards?
A Glimpse of the Sacred
Eventually, they no longer looked up.
The Crucifixion of Cain and Able
We crucify ourselves between two thieves, fear for the future and regret for the past –
A Glimpse of the Sacred
The light of the moon is a reflection we are told
and we think that’s all there is
The Statue and the Orange
– the gratitude was replaced by a feeling of duty –
When did our remembering accumulate the extra baggage?
Searching for Emptiness
I’ve said before that every craftsman searches for what’s not there . . .
Metaphors
The idea of metaphor came to mind this morning; God as a mother hen, the wind of the spirit, and in particular Jesus’ metaphors of the