In the familly of things...
We were sitting in evening prayer, a contemplative service, listening to the wind and our hearts. Storm Bram was blowing a hooley outside, and there was a bump. As we finished the service we explored the forecourt to see what had happened: a car parked under tree had been hit by a large branch, but it appeared undamaged by it. Two days ago someone ran into my vehicle on a dark rainy night in Glasgow. We stood in the pouring rain and together surveyed the damage with the to
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Waiting in Darkness
Autumn The leaves are falling, falling as if from far up, as if orchards were dying high in space. Each leaf falls as if it were motioning "no." And tonight the heavy earth is falling away from all other stars in the loneliness. We're all falling. This hand here is falling. And look at the other one. It's in them all. And yet there is Someone, whose hands infinitely calm, holding up all this falling. Rainer Maria Rilke November 15 th is the beginning of the 40 days of th
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