Because we are all Monks and our place of work is a seminary, our work a sacrament, our family a monastery, our home a sanctuary;
may we learn what they are teaching us without believing God is elsewhere...
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
The wind in the white pines wove through my dreams all night.
How I love the fabric of the breezes through them. Their tone is different than the deciduous trees.
Their soft music lulling me to dream slowly beneath the haze of starlight, our spiral arm around us; gauzy light in a dark wind.