Some days I wonder if peanut butter isn't magical.

Dark Night of the Soul

the overcast before the snow

In this reality, opting for life calls forth new life,
intentional death has no such option. In other truth, its the other way.
Lately in life I thought I've been anything but afraid of death, but
how can I say this when I'm so reluctant to die to myself?

beginagain

When I hear that song start, I fall in love all over again.
Strikingly bold in its timidity; melody pronounced, softly.
Has your heart been arrested?
Have you felt the excited tingle, the breathing from your breastbone, the awareness of your restriction?
Then settle in
to the very moment, note by note,
echo by echo,
layer
by
layer.
So aware. Fully present and simultaneously anticipatory,
hopeful
sonorous significant subtlety.

These
are only beginnings,
our only-beginnings.
Our own.

At the last supper, on the night he was betrayed, our Savior insitituted the eucharistic sacrifice of his body and blood. This he did in order to perpetuate the sacrifice of the cross throughout the ages until he should come again, and so to entrust to his beloved spouse, the church, a memorial of his death and resurrection: a sacrament of his love, a sign of unity, a bond of charity, 'a paschal banquet in which Christ is received, the mind is filled with grace, and a pledge of future glory is given to us.'
The church, therefore, spares no effort in trying to ensure that, when present at this mystery of faith, Christian believers should not be there as strangers or silent spectators. On the contrary, having a good grasp of it through the rites and prayers, they should take part in the sacred action, actively, fully aware, and devoutly...

Darjeeling

unlimited

Tea plantation, India

Why do I try so hard to shine my own light
when it's far more brilliant to reflect yours?